Shattered Cold Case Novels & Stories

Winter was biting harder. The grey sky hung low, as if pressing down on the entire city. Snow fell slowly but incessantly, transforming Elysian—and the whole of the outside world—into a cold, silent, and beautiful expanse of white that was somehow threatening. But behind that frozen landscape, the dark battle was heating up. Clarisse was shot at the Holt network casino. Adrian shifts the blame to Vendrake. The police begin to smell Holt’s drug network. And—further in the distance—Evelyn Moreau and Reo finally find the most important crack.

AISHA The cold mud caked under my fingernails didn’t matter anymore. The rain pouring down on my shivering shoulders didn't matter either. Nothing mattered. Just an hour ago, I had crossed the pack border, thinking of nothing but survival. But then, reality crashed into me like a physical blow. Leo. Toby. My sweet, innocent little brothers. What was the point of running to save my own skin if I left them behind to face Mabel’s wrath? Mabel was a monster, and she knew they were my weakness.

So that case really had reached every corner of the country. I cleared my throat, glancing away from Colton’s piercing eyes. “Yeah. That one. The case was wild and everyone was convinced it was a hoax or a really messed-up art film. But I knew something was wrong. And I got obsessed.” There was a pause. Then Abel breathed, “You’re the girl who cracked that case, aren’t you?” I didn’t answer at first. I felt Colton watching me like he was seeing me for the first time. Abel took my silence for confirmation.

**Into the Shadows** The cold air whipped through the open window as Claire drove toward the docks, her heart racing. She could feel the weight of the laptop beside her, the damning evidence it held burning like a ticking bomb ready to explode. The developers had set a trap with the fake documents, but now she had the real ones. The stakes had never been higher, and every passing minute brought her closer to either exposing the truth or falling into another deadly ambush.

Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO. And whatever vow he had broken.

Kissing her while cameras flashed and the crowd watched and Isabella's heart shattered into pieces too small to ever put back together. Then, mercifully, there was nothing.

The last color drained from his face. He stared at my cold, determined eyes. He finally realized that the mistakes he made and the pain he caused could never be undone. What was lost could never return. He slumped into the snow, completely defeated. From that day on, Cole never came looking for me again. Time passed quickly. Three years later, I was in my office handling documents when my assistant hurried in. “Chief Sinclair, we just received an emergency call. There has been a major homicide in the city.” I took the case report.

All that was left was to wait for the sentence. On top of that, the memory card holding the footage from the camera in Sherry's Beetle had been restored. Wilbur's innocence would be proven, and Cape's reputation would be restored as well. It was the perfect solution. Elsa had yet another win to add to her records. She was a little pleased with herself, having solved so many cases lately. There was Kenji Lillith's gambling ring, the sick man turning into the monster, and now there was Telford Gills' downfall. Altogether, she now had three major cases on her record.

, the second guy questioned softly whilst also eyeing the body of Mira relaxing on the floor. “That’s the mystery we are yet to uncover and solve. This can’t be another cold case that remains unsolved for years to come.” Romeo stated with a scowl. The two guys sighed and shared a look with thoughts of their own. Day in and out, they get mysterious dead bodies with the same determined police willing to solve those cases until no one comes forward and no useful evidence found. Eventually the cases turn cold and left untouched for decades to come until a break through in the cases in the future. They nodded to each other before proceeding to work together to prepare the body. Alexander, Romeo a

The casing is completely shattered, its interior magic circuit burned out beyond repair, but a faint, ghostly hum emanates from the largest remaining crystal shard, suggesting there might be just a single vestige of stored audio left trapped within its memory matrix. I press my thumb against the glowing shard, and the black fluid is neutralized, but the cracked recording stone plays one final, distorted audio file before dying completely—revealing Daryl’s brother, Shane, arguing with Dawn Mercer's scouts winters ago. The scratchy, metallic voice echoing from the dying crystal shatters the quiet night, carrying a conversation that freezes the blood in my veins and turns my stomach to lead.