The Comic Book Murder Novels & Stories

“The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.” I didn't bother to mention the other mysterious wolf as I don't know who that person was. And his scent was none that I had ever smell. If my memory served me right, it smelled of leather…and citrus. His eyes flickered just a flash of emption, before he stepped back, knife lowering but not gone. “You know them,” I whispered. “I’m related to one,” he said flatly. I adjusted my position to sit properly, running a hand along the sore line on my throat.

Rosy muttered and I shrugged. “It is simple. He was murdered to prevent him from giving the information to you,” I muttered after we had wallowed in silence for a while. “And he was killed by the same person,” Rosy chuckled. “I wonder who he is and what he is planning right now,” she smiled and sat down, crossing her legs together. “To get him, we have to get the people working for him first. Do you have any idea?” I asked and she crooned her neck backwards. “Melinda wished that I had died in the fire with Sherry, that criminal was murdered in prison, and Mr. Martino was killed in a public restroom. All these things happened in one day,” Rosy muttered, swinging her head around.

“I hurriedly turned on my torch flashing it to the objects I could barely see and to my surprise the pictures of his victims were on the wall as speculated. I scoffed knowing that I almost doubted Spider's words. I got into the small space flashing the bright light at all the pi5 pinned to the board. They were pictures of different people and each of them had an X written in red color across their faces. They were men, women and even children. From this I can only judge that my rival was just as cruel as a monster. I could barely recall the faces of those he had murdered and just as the saying goes he who kills by the gun dies by the gun, he just had his own share of karma. He died by the gu

"Like I said, we accosted the man who murdered the younger Greene and his motive for killing her. The drugs the women had gone to sell had originally belonged to him and it had been stolen from him. Angry that they had stolen from him and then spilled his name to the officers in charge had made him angry and he murdered Ms Alexa for that." The reporters start shouting again with their incessant questions that Harper sigh and signal at them to quiet down. "I'll take questions now. If you have questions, raise your hands and I'll pick whoever I want." Sue smiles this time at the way Harper is handling them. She's doing a poor job of a police officer and a perfect one for an undercover detectiv

“Quickly, and easily. Don’t feel any guilt for their lives, Miss Lomie. They intended to take turns raping you two for hours. They were evil, sadistic creatures with not even a speck of humanity in them. I showed them the mercy of quick deaths.” “But you…you killed them. For me.” “Yes. I did. And I would do so again.” “Then there was also the matter of a potential mugger, just this past month,” he said. “marcus made sure the mugger never reached his intended point of ambush. That particular individual was merely…persuaded, shall we say, to give up a life of crime.”

Jace slipped his phone back into his pocket calmly. “Just trying to cooperate.” Cole stared at him for a moment. “You know, most rich people send assistants during situations like this.” Jace smirked faintly. “And miss the chance to stand inside a police station? That sounds boring.” Cole almost smiled. “You joke a lot for someone attending a murder investigation.” Jace shrugged slightly. “Humor helps uncomfortable situations.” “Does murder make you uncomfortable?” That question hung heavily between them. Jace answered carefully. “Death makes everybody uncomfortable.”

The two ghastly figures then jumped onto the security guards and started a killing spree. A while later, bodies scattered all over the room. Sully was on the chair with five bloody holes in his face. He was stabbed by one of the men using his fingers only. Steve was hanging on his last breath. “Consider it an honor to die by the hands of the Twin Ghost of Chrysant.” Hudson’s man laughed as he watched Steve die before his eyes. The kingpin of Melrose had fallen most depressingly. “I would like to request the two of you to wreck Melrose’s underworld and lure Miru Scarlet here,” Hudson’s man said.

“I’ll be down in a second, Hedy… Try not to eat all the pasta without me.” “Pasta?” I brightened and hurried towards the stairs, pretending to hurry away, but I slowed my gait and focused my hearing as Candido and Allen began to speak. It was easier with my instincts so tuned into Candido’s presence. “There’s been another murder,” Allen said. I heard paper shuffling. “In the Eastern slums.” “… a suspect was caught?” My eyes widened, and I strained to hear more. Was it the same person who attacked headquarters or someone else?

"At exactly 7:10 pm, Marianne will fall to her death. They're setting you up to shoulder the blame for her murder." "Don't trust your best friend, Kathie Wilbury. She's been sleeping with your husband behind your back, and they're plotting to get rid of you!" My mouth hung open in shock. I rubbed my eyes again, wondering if I was hallucinating. However, the live comments still hovered stubbornly before me. My heart pounded violently in my chest. How could Marianne suddenly fall from a building for no reason? And why would Isaac and Kathie try to frame me? Countless questions ran through my mind, leaving my thoughts in complete chaos.

I muttered, my mind racing. Derek then showed me a picture on the tablet. My hands trembled as I saw Kian's back, brutalized with the words "Murdered by M" seared onto his flesh with a hot iron-like object. I felt a surge of emotions well up within me. "Who is M?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek explained that M was a mysterious figure who had also been responsible for the murder of Sara. "Sara was murdered by this same person?" I asked Derek, my shock evident.