Texarkana Moonlight Murders Novels & Stories

And the more he thought about it, the more he realized how little he really knew about his mate's past. Just then, Alex ran over to them with his phone in his hand. "Austin, we have a problem. I just got a call from the Moonlight Pack. They're under attack right now." "Attack by who?" Austin asked. "Rogues," Alex replied. "The same ones who attacked us. But Austin, here's the strange part - the rogues knew exactly where to find the Moonlight Pack's weapons storage and their emergency evacuation routes." Austin felt cold dread in his stomach. "Someone gave them inside information."

That evening, blood soaked into the white marble floor. Everywhere I looked, there was nothing but a sickening wash of red. The news that the Alpha and Luna had been murdered by their adopted daughter sent shockwaves through the entire Moonlight Pack. The fury of the people reached a fever pitch. Everyone was screaming for me to be burned at the stake. But in the face of a thousand punishments, I never said a single word. The case dragged on for over a year with no progress.

However, he was noticed by a security guard, and as a result, he killed the poor man and absorbed his soul and energy, which eventually led to the current scene… With that in mind, Gerald then turned to look at Harold before saying, “Could I have a moment with you, Mr. Lee?” Momentarily surprised by the question, Harold quickly snapped out of it before nodding. Once the two were in a quiet corner, Harold was first to ask, “Did you find anything strange, Mr. Crawford…?” “Indeed. It’ll come off as surprising, but I assure you that the murderer was none other than Tye Lamano, the chairman of the Sun Group” replied Gerald.

The crime scene photos were old and yellowed with age, but the wounds on the victims were identical to the ones in her case—gaping, jagged lacerations that spoke of unspeakable violence. She scanned the report, her pulse hammering in her ears. Lead investigator: Detective Michael Cross. Her father. The world tilted on its axis. "My dad worked this case?" Harris nodded, his expression grave. "Thirty years ago. Same pattern, same full moons, same damn claw marks. He never solved it. And then, one night… he vanished."

Liam said as he walked out Joel followed him slowly without saying a word They got into the car as Liam drove to the station "Austin what did you find out about the case" Liam asjed as he sat down on the desk "The place of the murder is a blind spot" Austin said "A blind spot?" Liam asked "Yes a blind spot, but I have a list of cars that passed through there From the span of 4pm to 12am" Austin said and handed the list to Liam Liam took the list as he looked over the cars and their registered owner Unexpectedly he saw a Familiar registered name

“TV talent scouts from L.A. looking for people with extraordinary abilities.” I nearly spit out my drink. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing outright, my shoulders shaking. William gave me a wink. “Not that far from the truth, is it?” “You’re insane,” I muttered, still laughing. “But you’re also very lucky I’m already out of shame.” “Seriously, though,” he said. “Her friend’s cute. You sure?” “Pass,” I said. “Go live your fantasy, William.” Alexandra shook her head. “Can we focus, please?” She set the Beacon down. “Listen to this. Daniel and Emily Telesca of New Paltz, Nevada—both found murdered in their home. No signs of forced entry, no fingerprints, and no weapon.”

I tell him, “It’s okay. Really. I didn’t do anything wrong.” Hesitantly, he steps aside. I notice the man standing in the center of the group holding a scroll tense up. His eyes are small and beady, like a bird’s. I raise my chin and stare defiantly at him. “You’re looking for me.” “Rayne of MoonWater?” “That’s right.” “You’re under arrest for the murder of Alaska GrayLeaf,” he tells me, and I’m so shocked by his words that I step back and hit my father.

Who cares if you're single on February night, you have Don Paulo and his cabarets dancing. Hence, on the 3rd-green-alley-lane another murder is about to happen. A lady clinging into a man's arms, someone appears out from the shadow. It has long-bloody-red-hair, a coattail that painted all the blood of its victim, a pointed-dark-red-boots, and eyes that compared to the dark side of the moon.

I'd been going to a friend's house, but that night, the night I didn't walk home with her and wolves swoop in. I'd come home to mum asking me where I'd been. I'd told her and not expected her to ask where Irana was. She'd never come home that night, and never would again. The next morning I had walked to school but only 10 minutes from the house I'd found bloody ice. The blood had lead into the forest where something- or someone- had been dragged. I didn't need the police to tell me it was Irana's, I already knew.

she whispered, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Now tell me about this," Camden said with a smile, lifting Clayton's arm on the opposite side to expose a tattoo on his ribcage. Due to its position, she hadn't gotten a chance to look at it properly until now, though she had seen glimpses of it now and again. Her smile faded as she studied the tattoo. "What?" Clayton asked, sensing her change in demeanour. "What is this?" Camden inquired, her voice serious and urgent. "It's just a date," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and nostalgia. "I figured as much," Camden responded, her eyes lingering on the marking. "But why is it significant to you?" Clayton let out a sigh, his