The Word Is Murder Novels & Stories

Every word we’ve said. What if we’re not dealing with one murderer? What if there are more? What if it’s not a killer… …but a team?

She flinched a little at my tone but to her credit, she answered. “Okay, so... murder-eyes is not, like, bad-bad. It’s just... you know when someone looks at you and your brain goes, ‘Oh, I’m either about to get kissed or buried in a shallow grave’? That. That’s murder-eyes.” I should’ve been annoyed because I didn't need this right now but instead, I felt this twisted flicker of amusement under all the bruises and stitches. She was the first woman in forever who wasn't looking for a fuck and she wasn’t scared to just... talk to me. Even if what she said didn’t make a little bit of sense.

“No way you’re just some girl with a sad story. Where’s the one who melted steel in my hand? Where’s that creature?” My lips parted, but no words came. “I know she’s in there.” His breath brushed my ear, low and lethal. “So either you start talking, or I test how deep I can cut before you stop breathing.” The knife shifted, steel cold, the edge biting against my skin. “What exactly do you want to know?” He didn't reply. I tsked. I tried to push against him once more but that was useless. I let out a shaky breath. “The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.”

“If you shoot me, you will be shooting a police officer. That carries a hefty sentence. If you kill me, it is murder. That's an even heftier sentence.” “As if I care about that. I have a lawyer that can get all the charges dropped in a matter of minutes. The phrase 'getting away with murder' is his motto. I can literally get away with murder. Your murder, to be more precise.” Richard swings the gun in a gesture to encompass Lorenzo from head to toe.

shocked, it was awful I mean a town this small was having mysterious murders, the murderer could be anyone and how could they not catch them. She was shocked that I didn’t know about it and said, “Yes, our town is safe and it’s the first time, I have never heard of murder here since I was born till now” looking disgusted and sorrowful. Before I could say something else Mr. Honey started talking, He cleared his throat, a silence fell over us like a blanket, “Good afternoon students, I hope all of you are doing good in school. As you all know we are having mysterious murders in our town. It is the first time that we are having murders in a huge number. Mr. Black wanted to come and give the spe

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

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Mother: "Leo, what's wrong? You seem troubled. Of course, come in." Leo stepped into the room, the weight of his discovery weighing heavily upon him. He took a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey the magnitude of his concerns. Leo: "Mom, I need to talk to you about something... something I've discovered about Dad." Mother: pauses, a hint of apprehension in her eyes "What is it, Leo?" Leo: takes a deep breath,"I found out that Dad... he's a murderer." Mother: "I... I don't know what you're talking about, Leo. You must be mistaken."

Vladimir screamed bloody murder. ***