Short Mystery Stories Novels & Stories

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

It all started in the summer of 2018, with the mysterious disappearance of the two wealthiest men in Seattle. As written by Seattle Daily, “An unidentified body was found in the apartment of the richest most eligible bachelors in Seattle, The Hudson brothers who at this point are presumed the main suspects in this investigation whose whereabouts are currently unknown..”

Suddenly Celine felt this prickling sensation behind her neck, as if someone was watching. So she looked around, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was her mystery guy in the dark suit. She stared right back, issuing a challenge. ‘Hey there. Took you forever to notice me,’ she thought. ‘Let’s see who gives up first?’ She raised an eyebrow, and he grinned, so she smiled back. Celine felt like some communication passed between them in the few seconds they stared at each other.

She knew the scent before she even opened the box—it was her mother’s recipe. Her eyes narrowed. There was no way he could’ve known that. Not unless… She stepped into the hallway and glanced down the corridor, heart starting to pound just slightly. Her eyes scanned the flood of bodies—interns in scrubs, gurneys rolling past, a code blue being paged overhead. And then, through the shifting crowd, she saw a mysterious man. He stood halfway down the corridor, half-hidden behind a group of surgical residents chatting near the elevators. His face was obscured by a black KN95, and a baseball cap sat low on his brow, but even through the layers, something about his presence felt… familiar.

Divine sensed the depth of his feelings and the strong family bond that tied them together. As the train's wheels continued their rhythmic song, the cabin became a place of shared stories and deep connections. Sarah and Divine, strangers turned friends, were bound by more than just their circumstances. They were united by the tapestry of their pasts, woven with threads of resilience, hope, and the power of unexpected connections.

He whispered and waved for me to come. “What?” I walked to where he was. He stood up from the box and opened it,my mouth fell open slowly when I saw a good number of skulls Inside. I stepped back gently and sniffed the air to see if there was any form of life but no one apart from Connor and I were inside. “These are fresh skulls Ryan.” Connor spoke up. “I know.” I guess she just killed them. “It's as you deduced Connor,we should have come here armed, this place is no fortune teller place.” I looked around in high alert.

At night, They walked around the forest like a thief at night, even not daring to breathe loud, fearing that if they made a sound, they would wake some animals. After finding some wild berries to eat, they returned to the forest entrance; they saw that fog had already stopped to thicken. Still, as time went by, it started to disperse. Still, the rate of dispersal is shallow. The only person who saw this is a smart man because he felt that if they want to leave this magical forest without His heart has many conjunctions in his mind. In the end, he concluded that someone was playing tricks because he didn’t believe that in this era and this technically advanced Century, they still have those

"Great. We kind of missed out on introductions" "I'm sorry" "No it's alright" I snap my eyes to the other male and he's staring at me quite intently. I can feel his burning gaze all the way through. His grey eyes hold a mystery to them that I can't seem to figure out. His brunet hair is so gelled and perfectly styled. My fingers itch to pass my hands through them but I ignore and fist them. I'm not sure he's human. His looks are out of this world. It doesn't help that he looks so familiar either. I just can't put my finger on it.

It began with a series of strange occurrences—a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows, unexplained disturbances in my studio, and unsettling messages left at my doorstep. Fear crept into my heart, whispering doubts and paranoia. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Determined to uncover the truth, I confided in Victor, sharing my concerns and the strange events that had been unfolding. Together, we delved into the depths of the unknown, piecing together clues and connecting the dots. Our search led us down a dark and treacherous path, revealing a secret society operating in the shadows, manipulating the lives of unsuspecting i

What indicated just any romance, she used this time to base herself on these tales to tell her own stories, where she modified and began to write about the stories from the love letters, sometimes involving murder. In some cases of crimes, where she began to publish these same mysterious tales of violence, she never said that these cases were real. Here and there, for a while, cases occurred in other countries very similar to what she wrote about, but she never reported to the authorities that she received such a product, they were so explicit, sometimes so cruel, it seemed as if she saw shadows and outlines of someone who watched her from outside the walls of her residence. She started exch