Virgo Serial Killers Novels & Stories

“The tests are still running, but there is enough circumstantial evidence to indicate him as a serial killer. His military record shows he was very high in the KGB before he took his wife and left Germany. They left their families behind and came here. From what we’ve learned, he was wanted by his former employees for reasons they refuse to release. For many years, his family was under surveillance until the cold war ended and they no longer cared about him. He was also known by his comrades for his unique interrogation techniques. The evidence is there, we just have to put it all together and close the case.” “Too bad he isn’t alive to answer for his crimes,” Creighton said, his fingers car

Zack explained but Harris was quite confused. "Human Flayer? What do you mean?" He asked. "14 years ago, there was a popular serial murder case called the Flayer Murder case. The culprit was called The Flayerman. The case was titled Flayer Murder case because all the victim's corpses were discovered without furs. Flayerman would flay his victims alive after torturing them and rendering them helpless and defenseless and then he'd use the flayed furs to make garments and cashmere which he'd sell to the families of the victim." Zack exclaimed.

Sat on the couch—Dimitri beside me, hand on my shoulder, ready to intervene if the thing in my living room lost control—and laid out the whole horrible truth. The investigation. The pattern of victims. Sophia Aldermann in Vienna. Katarina Novak in Prague. Dr. Yuki Tanaka in Tokyo. All beautiful. All strong. All independent. All matching Amara's type exactly. All ending the same way. Disappeared. Insane. Dead. Lucian listened. Didn't move. Barely seemed to breathe. Just stood there—too tall, too powerful, too other—and absorbed every word. I showed him the photos I'd managed to save on my phone before the laptop was destroyed. The historical images of Kang. Same face. Same predatory smile. 19

Men had killed for less than the truth of whether she lived or died. And she had been sitting beside me this whole time. I tightened my grip on the wheel, jaw locking. The scar at her throat wasn’t an accident, I had known that the moment I saw it. It was too clean and specific. It matched old reports I hadn’t looked at in years because I thought they were dead ends. The fire, the missing child, the age and the timing. I had told myself it was coincidence. Then Victor Black had said the Fernandez name out loud in a room full of predators, and Serena had nearly collapsed.

“…….OVER FIFTY MANGLED BODIES WERE DISCOVERED DEAD IN AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE LOCATED IN TULLMERE. AUTHORITIES SUSPECT THAT THIS MAY NOT BE THE WORK OF A WILD ANIMAL, BUT A SERIAL KILLER INSTEAD. INVESTIGATIONS ARE STILL ONGOING….” Serial killer now huh? That was a relief. Victor’s hard work had paid off, and now he considered referring to his drinking escapes as a victory, not a way to drown out his soul. Victor exhaled slowly. The heat in his stomach wasn’t from the alcohol, not anymore at least. It was bitterness, burning its way out. He thought of Kyrien. Always Kyrien. All this time, He’d stayed by his side. And suddenly, some girl from nowhere sprung up and ruined everything.

“No.” She drew a deep breath. “As much as I wanted him dead for what he did to us, I still needed him alive, and now we don’t have any lead to how we find Obsidian. Sebastien’s men and his contacts are still scouring for information. So, where does that leave us?” She threw her hand in the air, frowning. “Nothing. Nada. And the worse part is, I think there’s a werewolf rogue out there taking down humans.” “The same MO as the first victim. I think we have a serial killer on the loose, Cal.” I saw fear in his eyes. “What do you think?”

“The most recent victim of the serial killer, turns out she was grand father’s… ugh! She was Mr. Colin’s personal secretary as well.” “Ohh…” That information came unexpectedly and it caught him off guard, leaving him speechless. “All the victims of this serial killer had had a connection with Skyline, mostly as workers which makes…” She laughed, looking at Chester who had a smile on his face and his attention on the road ahead as he drove steadily. “…this sounds crazy even to me but it just makes Skyline our major suspect.”

“On the day of your wedding, the person who arranged for someone to spike your drink, who hired two men to wait for you in the restroom, and broadcast the video of Mr. Connor helping you with the detoxification on the big screen at the wedding... It was all me!“ Virginia, who was about to wet herself, confessed everything. Sotiria smiled with great satisfaction. “Anything else?” “And... Yes! And! I threw you into this lake with a car the other day, wanting to drown you. I was also the one who killed Carissa Fellowes, deprived you of your chastity, and led you into degeneracy eight years ago!

They boarded a cab and soon they were at the police station. They went in and met with the head police officer. "Hello mr George, I'm Chadwick Anderson this is my partner Eddie Jones we are FBI sent from New York concerning the case of Antonio Villaraigosa" Chad said "Yes I got a call informing me of your arrival, but who's Antonio Villara..." Mr George tried to pronounce the name "Villaraigosa" Chad corrected "Yeah who's he" Mr George asked "Antonio Villaraigosa is a serial killer who has a liking for caramel skinned women, from our source he had killed 7 women and one is currently his wife and also we traced him to New Orleans that's why we are here" Chad explained

It would make no difference for her, but if she could provide them with a suspect, it was a possibility that she could prevent anyone else from experiencing the same hell she just went through. Watson stretched her back and absently smoothed her dark brown hair as she stared at the nightmarish images in front of her. Due to the athletic nature of the victims, the local media had taken to calling the perpetrator the Jogging Path Killer. Each woman had been surprised on an evening jog, dragged into the underbrush, and had her throat slashed. Ages ranged from eighteen-year-old Jasmin Brown to fifty-seven-year-old Judy Kessler. There was no rhyme or reason, no connection, and no precedence, save