Texarkana Moonlight Murders Novels & Stories

This is a criminal motel, sounds like that are rampant and people would think of it as a normal deed done again by one of the mens working inside or from those accommodated not knowing this time it is one of them that was murdered. The motel was owned by his mom to do her crime related stuff without getting people’s eyes involved or anything. His hearts thumped loudly not knowing whether he should go on and enter the room or stayed out where he hid himself. There was eight gunshots in total and then nothing else, he was unsure of what happened in that room however; taking a wild guess, he is very certain Tyler had shot all those he picks to help handle this. From where he stood peeping at th

I was not sure if it was a good thing or just the silence before a big storm. "What pattern?" In response, Kai turned his notebook towards me. "A toddler has better handwriting than you." He pulled his notebook back, "I had been doing some research, all the victims are of our age." "We know that already," I waved my hand in the air, "born on full moon, died near full moon." "Only one victim was from our town, the rest of them were visitors." Kai was not in his usual mood. "This is not just weird anymore, and wait until you hear about their birth month."

(POV: Aria / Kai / Darius) Aria The neighbors’ yard lights blinked off one by one, like tired eyes closing. I stood at the kitchen window until the dark felt settled again. Maya had texted earlier — u alive? — and I’d sent a single thumbs-up. Anything else would’ve meant questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

Grayson The headline glares up at me from my phone screen, and ice shoots through my veins. Ten girls, ages three to seven, missing in Moonshadow Creek over the past month. Fuck. My gut knots hard. There's only one thing this could mean. Some sick bastard is trafficking kids again. It's been eleven years since the Moonshadow Creek Massacre—since I put a bullet in my father's skull and wiped out every piece of shit that worked with him. But the memories never fade.

And that was when the newscaster’s voice caught my attention: “…Both Ever Moon Pack and Shadow Valley Pack are on high alert. They are searching for a fugitive believed to be connected to recent disturbances...named Regina…she used to be Ever Moon Pack’s princess until she brutally murdered her brother Alpha Gray at a party…” My heart skipped a beat and jerked around. There it was, my photo, shown on the TV screen, under the broad daylight. FUCK. So they were looking for me. Torres was even faster than I thought. He must have issued that warrant overnight.

"Or maybe your cartel friends are not as loyal as you think." "What are you talking about?" "Derek," Albert called out. "You getting all this?" The door burst open. Derek Morrison stood there with a laptop. "Every word. Voice recording, video, full confession. And I just sent it to every news outlet and law enforcement agency in the state." Tommy's face went white. "What? No—" "You just confessed to murdering three men and conspiring with a Mexican cartel on camera, kid." Derek smiled coldly. "The Sinaloa is going to kill you themselves for being this stupid."

As Heath is about to argue, I hear from behind, “Sorry for the delay. I had to access our new security system. It took me a moment to remember the steps. My name is Dr. Moreno. I understand we are in need of some medical records?” Councilman Charles is the first to speak, “Thank you, Dr. Moreno. Yes, we are here to investigate the death of Rose Clark, mother of Tina Clark, Luna of Golden Frost. We also understand there was another death around the same time of a man who was tortured most viciously.”

I offered her a reassuring glance as I waited to find out what was for breakfast. Scrambled eggs and bacon, she finally answered. I chose to assist her with the food. I don't like it when she gets so worked up over me; I do this all the time. She frequently dreams that something bad will happen to me or that I would be heartbroken, but I reassure her that nothing bad will occur. I firmly feel that someone was responsible for my parents' deaths in a vehicle accident, even though I was told it was fate. As usual, Jason and Steve arrived in the meantime, and I'm sure I won't be enjoying my breakfast this morning.