The Comic Book Murder Novels & Stories

One crumpled on the ground like a used napkin. There’s blood. So much blood I feel it in the back of my throat, the metallic stink of it hitting me like a slap. Steam’s rising off the man on the ground. His chest’s carved open, ribcage exposed, organs glistening. His mouth’s still twitching as if maybe he’s not all the way dead yet. I'm witnessing a freaking murder. My heart leaps in my chest as I squint my eyes to see the man in the hoodie. Who is th—

Matteo pointed a place up there and stood by the stairs, watching me. I headed there and Duncan cornered me. He still his his face behind a mask and a hoodie. “You’re protecting the wrong twin.” As always, he has come with a new scheme to deceive me but I was in no mood for that now. His words only angered me the more. I was still reeling from the shock of what happened back there and my my breath was shallow. I just saw a dead body, I witnessed a murder and the gun was first pointed at me. I just need to clear my head first. Because that's a very costly joke Lucian pulled off back there and I'm really not a fan of such crazy jokes.

“Might as well kill two birds with one stone.” “You’re seriously playing the long game,” Caleb muttered, frowning at the stink. “Also, it smells like death in here.” Dante’s stare shut him up. “…Anyway,” Caleb cleared his throat, shifting gears. “No major leads on the murders, but there’s something odd. All the cross marks on the bodies? They were drawn with ink. But the last body—the young she-wolf found by the border—hers was different.” “How so?” Dante asked, eyes narrowing.

His sharp instincts, honed as a journalist, told him that someone had been hanging around our house. After checking with security, the surveillance footage revealed a milk delivery man who had been loitering around. Just like many killers, Eugene Walter, the man who murdered me, could not resist returning to the scene of the crime. He wanted to witness my parents’ suffering up close, feeding his sick satisfaction. But his arrogance led to his capture. Eugene showed no sign of fear or regret. He calmly watched as Eddie supported my parents into the interrogation room. Eugene shook the silver cuffs on his wrist and pulled a malicious smile. "Got a cigarette?"

I walk toward the door, my gun pointed straight ahead, ready for him. Just as Mariano steps out in his silk bathrobe, a look of annoyance on his face, he begins to speak. “Who the hell is that...Dante—” I cut him off, my speed a blur. I grab him by the collar, the slick silk twisting in my fist. He stumbles, the surprise on his face quickly replaced by fear. I use the butt of the gun to his head, a sharp, metallic thud, then press the cold barrel against his temple. His guards tense, but they freeze. One wrong move, and their boss is dead. He knows it. I know it.

"Lily… I’m so sorry…" Tears mixed with blood, dripping onto her face. I failed to get you justice. I couldn’t even protect my own child. The Mate Bond, which should have been a warm connection, now felt like a chain of ice, choking me. I stared at the door. He wasn’t coming back. "Ethan Blackwood," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You just killed your own heir." Pain ripped through me, my wolf soul tearing apart. I closed my eyes, my mind searching for the forbidden frequency.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

Cassandra shifted back and flashed in anger. ‘ You are a murderer. You murdered your own father. You don’t even love your sister’. -‘ Yeah yeah. I did’, he said airily as if murdering his own father was as grave as crushing an ant. ‘ I killed that old man. He was my nemesis. Always opposed my plans and actions. He only wanted the welfare of his followers. I wanted power, wealth. Whatever we looted from the nobles, he donated everything. I detested that. So I ended him. As for Selene, I gave her a choice. She chose him. It's not my fault’.

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

It was a nightmare anyway he thought about it. I didn't even want to imagine if it was me who died. Impossible. If he had come this far, he could continue to survive. Surely G wouldn't even show up, Hunter even less so. Plus it could always alert them in some way. He wasn't going to let anyone get killed. I would have to be more cunning than usual and try to make the lies come out more natural. Now what? I sighed and covered my face with a pillow. These things shouldn't happen to a writer. If he ever left this life once and for all, he would publish a book: How to Survive the Mafia.