Virgo Serial Killers Novels & Stories

“Moreover you don’t strike me as the heroic type anymore—unlike her.” Antonio cracked his knuckles and signalled Grinch, with coordinated steps they marched towards the elevator. "You might have succeeded in erasing HQ and the Sketch, Blade Knuckles" Breanna confronted in outrage. The two men paused mid-step but didn't turn. "Surprise ?", the word dripped out sinisterly from her lips. "Nothing hides from Breanna Stewart's microscopic eyes". Without lingering around, they continued their journey. "Sombra Azul!, Vincenzo!, Liza Minnelli!, Maya—Does it ring a bell? The case of New Mexico's serial killer is solved". Breanna echoed, falling into step behind them.

Amongst the most dramatic were those who'd had their sins brought into the light in public. Willow turned to the people who had borne her. "Of those women and girls remembered tonight, you two are personally responsible for four. Taylor Pankowski, Juliet Martin, Heather Outsen, and Margaret Ying. Not only did you serve them up on a platter to a known serial killer, you stood in front of the cameras you loved and begged the good people of New Trenadie to stick together during the midst of the reign of terror." She shook her head.

He looked up at Ghost, and the question in his eyes got its answer. “I'm gonna kill Viper for this!“ Ghost clenched out, jaw knotted in fury. He knew just who had done this. Sergio "Viper" Carianno, nephew to Don Carianno, a fucking asshole and his rival. This has to be a fucking prank to make him not attend the meeting. He checked his wristwatch. Forty minutes late. Goddammit!

Seeing me with the file in my hand, he lied over the table, staring at me. What do we have here? Do you mind? Of course, that's what I came for. Long story short, the one I am after started with kidnapping and ended up with serial murders. Wow Johnatan, I see you're not kidding. Who's the suspect? A very dangerous woman named Sarah Johnson. The story begins fifteen years ago in the village of Bibury when Sarah killed the mother of my friend, who called on me for help, Mr. Miron Hauser. Miron Hauser? The Miron Hauser?

Unknown POV "Another inhuman incident occurred on May 24, 2021, between 12:30 and 2:30 A.M. The victim, identified as Mr. Andrew Wilkins, 24, a landscape architect, was brutally murdered in cold blood in a desolate location by puncturing his chest and shoving away his heart by an unknown repulsive suspect. According to the police department, this has been the 17th reported murder from the same culprit ever since these mysterious killings has started 6 months ago.."

Jensen "Sorry to call you on short notice again Mr. Meyer, but I could use the help. I'm not from here and have never seen anything like this until these past three cases. " "At this point detective, I think it's safe to say we have a serial killer who is targeting voodoo practitioners." "That's what all this is?" He questions gesturing to the altar with precious stones laid out on a grid, melted candles, and figures surrounding it. On the shelf beside are homemade dolls and bottles sealed with wax. On the other side is an aquarium set up for a snake.

He doesn’t stop me. Bursting in through the room, my eyes first clash with Serena’s cunning ones, her expression telling me enough about what has just happened here— I have just walked right into a trap that she has set for me. Sitting on the other side of the table, right in front of her, is none other than Viktor Brullo— the infamous crime lord of New York with a penchant for brutality and purely psychotic methods of torture for those who betray him— among other things including, but not limited to young and beautiful women.

Connor’s in the living room with a few men with laptops open and papers scattered. He looks up. “We traced the IP address that tried to hack our system. Cross-checked it with surveillance. The two are connected. The hack was a distraction, someone was supposed to get inside while we were blind.” “Who?” Connor exhales. “Garzolo Teroso.” I freeze. Something hits me in the chest. “Impossible.” “I thought so too,” Connor says. “But the data lines up.” Garzolo. The man who murdered Victoria in cold blood. The man I put a bullet right through his head. I watched him choke on his own blood. I watched his body collapse in the dirt. I buried him in hell myself.

“These people… they’re victims, or they might be. They deserve answers and you deserve to know the full truth about the man who’s been pulling all the strings in your life.” “Ryan claimed he was in prison because of Zhedya,” Miller pressed. “We have two others with nearly identical claims. Macrom Pierce And… Callista Monroe.” The name hit Ian like a punch to the gut. Callista Monroe. He knew that name. He’d seen it in his own notes, in the archives of “Feral Minds.” He’d even asked Zhedya about her, a lifetime ago. She was a former head of investigative unit in BSI convicted of serial murder and uttering reports… a case that had never sat right with him.

He repeated without taking the blanket held in her outstretched hand. As she turned, she still shielded her eyes. Peeking through to make sure he was not lying, she dropped her hand when she seen him clothed, at least his lower half anyway. "So what is so important you needed to talk about?" He asked. "I'm a Private Investigator and I've been working on a case for weeks now with no clue as to who the suspect is or how the deaths were related. It wasn't until I met you that I realized what was really going on. All the victims were drained of blood and had their throats ripped out. I've just now realized that it was vampires that are killing at random. I need your help to eliminate who ever ha