The Comic Book Murder Novels & Stories

Bert continued his explanation. “I was a member of the Blood Moon Pack and our previous Alpha was killed by someone within the High Court where we all belonged. The reason why he was killed was that he was only used as a tool for the assassin, a tool to avenge his hurt. By chance, I overheard his conversation with one of his men about the action they had completed, which was to kill our former Alpha. At that time, I also saw their figures from the neck to the stomach, because as you know, the keyhole is very small. And from the keyhole, I saw the tattoo that was drawn on the body of the mastermind of the murder, at that time he was wearing a kimono that did not cover his chest. The tattoo is

They found my death an accident. But before I die, I would like to ask one thing to all of you, whether I am really going to commit suicide or someone is killing me? ********************************* So here's the Prologue of this story. Hope you liked it. In this story, It'll be shown how a girl loved a boy for the first time in her life with all her heart. The boy broke her and her heart completely. Friends, I am new on this platform, please give a try to my story. Pretty please. 💖Thank you💖

Romano reassured Leo, "Yes, Leo, it's true. But don't worry, I won't harm you in any way." "Now, tell me, what do you want to know?" Mr. Romano inquired. Confused, Leo asked, "I want to know about my dad." Continuing, Leo shared, "I know he's a murderer, but my mother never confronted him. The last time you visited our house, I overheard you and my mother talking about my dad." Is he really a murderer, and how do you have knowledge about him? "Yes, he's a murderer, and I know him because he was part of the mafia. In fact, he was my right-hand man," Mr. Romano admitted.

I asked, as many of them ran past us. Ciro shrugged. “Dunno, but I know that guy approaching us.” He pointed at a short, round man that looked like he was struggling to keep up with the pace of the crowd. Ciro snagged his arm when he tried to run past us, bringing him to a halt. “Jonnie, what’s going on?” Ciro asked. “There’s been a murder. Lucian Sterling is dead. They hung his head on a spike,” Jonnie replied as he tried to catch his breath.

Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of two individuals. Zellman: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of three individuals. Hitler: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of two individuals. Grimm: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of two individuals. Sven: Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of three individuals. -

A bone-deep chill ripped through me as a thought I couldn't control slipped out of my mouth. "You're saying… Mike killed the other four guys in the van to get revenge, and then… he killed himself?" Alex gave a slow nod. "That's one way to read it."

she responded with a smile and then BANG! The baldie shot himself right in the head, his blood splashing right on the white roses, beautifully staining them. And at that moment I realized what Nola meant by art work. “Well Kiara, isn't this just beautiful artwork, huh?” she asked as she laughed with so much joy. I stood there frozen at the site of the dead baldie and the blood stain on the white roses that looked like an art work. I have seen various murders, but this is just utter madness.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

“When we found him, he was dead.” Daniel cut me off. “In his own home. Murdered. “Time of death was around four yesterday afternoon. Before your company even left for the escape room. “The weapon was an axe. “And on the doorknob of his apartment, we recovered a fingerprint.” Daniel lifted a fingerprint comparison report. The red markings made my eyes ache. “After analysis, that fingerprint… belongs to you.”

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"