The Comic Book Murder Novels & Stories

I took deep breaths in and out, doing my best to stay calm, and stop myself from having a fucking panic attack, as I continued to search for answers. More information as to what happened. A deep breath in… And a deep breath out. A deep breath in… And a deep breath out. I looked for information as to who murdered them. And as I read who did it… I let out a blood-curdling scream, my hands leaping to my face in horror, as I continued to convulse. Unable to believe my eyes. It was the Cosa Nostra. They killed my sister, and then covered up the murder to stop the feds from sniffing around.

Doni Brain. Jo Garrotte. Leo Digger. The reason these three elite hitmen, infamous even among the mafia, were gathered in the back room of a candy store was because this candy store was actually Ricardo Luciano's direct murder company—Murder Inc. Since Valentine was the owner of the candy store, he was naturally the boss of this murder company.

She wanted to use her baby as leverage for Cody to let her go. But what Luna didn't realize was that Cody had already descended into madness. When he heard the word "baby", he immediately plunged the knife into her chest, and blood squirted everywhere. Luna went from wailing frantically to begging for help in a whisper. And finally, her head rolled to the side, and she completely stopped breathing. Cody was drenched in Luna's blood. She was clearly dead, but he continued to stab her again and again, as if he were a mindless robot.

He pulled it out and stabbed Clifford a few more times amid the chaos at the wedding venue. Bleeding heavily, Clifford fell into a pool of his own blood. He mustered what was left of his energy to place the voodoo doll against his chest before dying with a smile. At first, I thought Clifford was scammed into believing all the stories of rebirth. To my surprise, I felt my soul heating up. Feeling dizzy, I lost my consciousness.

Nikolai Volkov is dead! The big boss blinked once, then slowly leaned forward in his chair. "Repeat that." "Nikolai Volkov is dead, sir," the man said, a grin forming. "The car exploded. He didn’t get out." A slow breath escaped from the boss's mouth, almost like a release he’d been waiting years for. He stood from his chair, stretching his stiff back, the tension in his shoulders fading. "Finally," he whispered. "Finally, the bastard is gone."

He swiftly dropped everything and answered the call, his voice filled with both relief and concern. "Father, it's good to hear from you," Liam greeted warmly, grateful for the familiar voice on the other end of the line. They exchanged pleasantries and caught up briefly on their lives before the conversation took a more serious turn. Liam's father began discussing the recent wave of murders targeting drug dealers across New York City. The perpetrators were ruthless, showing no mercy, and what made it even more unsettling was the fact that the mastermind behind these killings remained elusive, with an unknown face. However, one thing was clear – the mysterious man wanted Liam dead.

He could see that blood were even in leaves and garbage, leaving the place mysterious. *"No shit, the man or people behind the murder is lunatic." Lynard Scott announced later after taking a look at the corpse. He also asked for additional information from Alex to which the latter agreed after seconds of reluctance. Finally deciding it would be better to share information that would be shared to public, Alex cooperated.* *"Believe so too. It was impossible to get witnesses, well aside from the one person which we think has mental problem. Aside from that, no witness can be found."*

calmly suggests the second guard. “A fair compromise,” I say in agreement as the two men slowly move away from their post, though the first is sure to give me a dirty look as he passes me. I’m unclear as to what he hoped to achieve by doing that. Does he think his narrowed eyes will have me questioning my life choices? I just murdered one of the crime lords of the Drakos Mafia Family, and I did so with a great deal of enjoyment. Some 6 foot guy playing peek-a-boo with me is hardly going to have my knees trembling.

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

“You’ll get to see more of this often, so I’d advice that you braced yourself….” Her words had become one with the wind that swept our faces, as I tried to digest her the scene before me. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I wasn't supposed to be this surprised. Bagging that deal with Columbus led to the death of his most hated rival, Kenzie. A ridiculous coincidence if I must admit. But seeing her actually murder someone made the hairs of my body stand. More so, because he was an abuser. What if she finds out that I once abused Yuanita too? Does that mean I..