The Comic Book Murder Novels & Stories

I already suspected there was a mole, but I hadn’t expected them to be so bold as to do it in Rafa's territory. Pascal coughed, trying to shift under me. “I did you a favor by telling you,” he hissed. “Not that it matters anyway, you are always too slow.” He pushed me off and tried to reach for the gun again, but I was faster. One last deep stab to his neck. His body jerked once, then went completely still. Blood pooled on the concrete as his eyes dulled. I stayed kneeling there, breathing hard, my own blood running down my side.

he stated with a stupid smirk plastered on his handsome face. But enough is enough, I took a lot more in for one day. "You bastard, can't you just answer my damn questions properly." I snarled. His eyes widened before he said "You broke your promise Miss Nolan!!" He brought his hands towards my mouth but I moved back. "Take away your filthy han-" I was cut off by him plastering my mouth. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as realization dawned on me. I'm gonna die.. Out of curiosity, I went towards the murdered spot and witnessed that murder and these mafia men saw me seeing them kill an innocent man. And now they want to erase every witness including me. I'm gonna die. I never thought that I w

The sound of snickering came from his nose. Matt stood up straight and looked at Carter. “Did you and Jesse knock this man’s teeth out?” he asked with annoyance. Carter was taken aback by the question. “No, sir.” Matt patted Carter on the shoulder. “Take it easy, son. It’s just a little cop humor. I know you followed the book.” “Oh,” Carter said. Matt walked Carter away from the cruiser so the murderer couldn’t listen to their conversation. “All right, Carter. I want you to take him down to the station and book him. Run his mug shot through the database, see if we get a hit.”

You could have more than one copy. What does this man want to say? "So, because I'm in a giving mood today, I'll make you a deal." He continues. I laugh. "A deal? What's the deal?" "Well, I saved your life, for one thing. That means you have to pay me now." When he says it, my eyes get big. "I have nothing to pay you!" I snap. "What do you mean you didn't kill me?" "I could have killed you right away, but I didn't. Unless you're really ready to die." He says mockingly.

The most hardened criminals became putty in his hands. After all, the subconscious cannot lie. Countless reporters waited outside, their cameras rolling, ready to broadcast the historic moment. [The truth is finally coming out! Can't wait!] [How does a coma patient kill someone? Is she actually psychic?] [Could she be a metahuman? Like, with some kind of unknown superpower?] [Everyone, stop guessing. She's about to confess everything herself!] Dr. Sterling expertly steered our conversation into a deep, probing exchange.

"They're saying it was the same killer because of the similar methods. There weren't any real clues left at the scene, too." Rita's face had gone pale. "This is seriously messed up. Two of our classmates have died, one after another. She turned to look at me. "Jeremiah, are you okay? You look awful." I forced a smile. "I'm fine. Just a little scared." But inside, my feelings were a tangled mess. Sure, I was scared, but under the fear, there was this strange rush of pleasure. Fred was dead. The guy who'd laughed at me… was dead. And the way he died—his mouth torn into a grotesque smile—was just like the smirk he wore when he was watching my humiliation.

The room smelled of stale coffee and the fresh scent of the lavender resting in a vase on the desk. It was an erratic, pulsing anchor. Jessica sat hunched over the mahogany surface, her hands steady despite the frantic tremor in her chest. Before her lay the parchment, partially stolen document, a relic of a different life. It had been passed to her by a man from her former assassin group, a ghost from a past she had spent years trying to bury. He had been a mentor of sorts, the only one who hadn't tried to kill her when she walked away.

Arthur stated firmly. Bob summoned the courage to speak, even though the traces of fear were still etched on his face. "Excuse me, Sir, I would like to report our findings." "Go ahead," Arthur replied. "The entire series of murders isn't the work of a psychopath as we previously suspected. All of this was done by vampires, Sir!" Bob said. "Hmm, what is your name?" Arthur didn't laugh or even look surprised. He listened to Bob’s statement with an incredibly serious expression.

He promised as he left. Their racous laughter echoed in his ears. * * * Nick got to his desk at the precinct and plopped himself into his chair. Two members of his pack, Camille and Eve had been found dead with their throats slit. The pack had concluded that it was the lycanthrope hunter that was behind the murders and had hounded Nick to act. Nick felt guilty about their death because both girls had been teenagers. They had been murdered on their way back from school.

He drilled bullets through Daquan Hillevi, Amaya and Leo's uncle, the commissioner of NYC police department in the head thrice before dropping his cold dead body that fell onto the cold, dusty warehouse floor. Bullets started flying around and I had to duck. Mrs. Spikes, me, Maisie, Sheryl, Sal and Amaya wrapped ourselves around Leonard Hillevi who was too young to have had such a big bite of the wicked world whist covering our ears to dampen the sound of metals against metal, bullets against walls and bullets against bodies. ** Two days passed and all things were almost back to normal. The businessman and most of his men were either dead or in a cell.