The Comic Book Murder Novels & Stories

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

“It was reported that Mr. Coleman Carpenter was found dead on Riverdale Street in the early hours of the morning following a brutal car accident. Investigators discovered that he had been drunk while driving, which may have contributed to the tragedy. The other vehicle involved, a stolen Ford van, had also been vandalized, but there was no sign of the driver. In other news…” I turned to Rex. “He’s dead,” I said, and he watched me as he lifted the glass of water to his lips. “You were right—justice would catch up with him.” “He deserved what he got.” There was a coldness to his voice that sounded almost foreign, but I brushed it off.

He begged Nikolas. Nikolas looked at the physician head to toe with absolute venom. “Every murder doesn't have to be done with a knife or a gun,”It can be done by hiding the truth too. The pity of the situation is, murderers like you roam free breaking the law. And the people who lost their kith and kin because of you won't even have an idea about it. Mafia is far better than you. We carry the board ‘danger’ wherever we go so that people around us are with caution.

At the end of it all, we would have to take the risk, and Dante seemed like the best man for the job. “We’re looking into the death of Melanie Carmine, the former alpha of the Black Moon Pack,” I said. “Are you familiar with the name?” Dante thought for a moment, then nodded. “This would be about… twelve — thirteen years ago? I believe I heard something about a car accident.” “That’s the public story,” I stated. “We’ve recently been informed that she was actually murdered. The accident was a way to get to her. I want the case reports and anything you can dig up on the time leading up to and after her death.”

MEGAN’S POV “The owner of the chain of clubs Cubes was found murdered in his club this morning. The police found a yellow rose next to his body just like they found one next to Mr Cole’s body yesterday. Now the question on everyone’s mind is, are we looking at a serial killer targeting businessmen? More on the story tomorrow.” I smiled watching the news and felt good. Finally, everything was good with the world. These people have not seen anything yet.

Women draped over him like expensive accessories, giggling, purring, running their hands over his body, utterly oblivious to the shadow that had just stepped into their world. I cocked my gun. The sharp click shattered the air. Dominic’s head snapped up, his drunken amusement vanishing as his gaze locked onto mine. Fear flickered in his eyes for just a second before arrogance took over. “Who the hell—” BANG. The shot rang out, swift and precise. Dominic screamed as the bullet tore through his leg, the impact knocking the wine bottle from his grip. It crashed onto the floor, staining the white fur rug beneath him. He clutched his bleeding thigh, panting, eyes wide in disbelief.

I skimmed through, and my jaw dropped. “They broke into your house and slit your throat?! And Miriam is dead?” She nodded and motioned for the book again. I handed it to her and watched her hands shake even more as she wrote again. By the time she handed it back to me, she was full-on silent-crying. The Red Mafia had beaten Obsidian to death before they shot her friend and slit her throat. And they had taken the paper. “Shit!”

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.

Math walks over to him as he sits at the other side of the corner of the room, bowing his head like he's asleep. Math uses the stick in his hand to push James's head, trying to get his attention. As Math raises James's head, he sees that James has been stabbed with two forks and a knife. He was murdered. The murder is so strategic that the bleeding doesn't even flow out of his body, but he surely has bled inside his body. The weakness I feel did not allow me to be able to stand up to him. Math tells the soldiers with him to report the case and check for who killed him.

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”