Virgo Serial Killers Novels & Stories

That musty fragrance of female secretions is obvious," as she walked clockwise around Liberty's body, her nail sinking into her flesh like onion paper. Once Josephine's hand had made a full circle around the girl, it moved at a rate that seemed impossible to the human eye. The human's chin was no longer being dug into by her nail; instead, she held the girl by the throat. The tender lining of the human vocal cords. She looked thoughtfully at her victim, Aric, and said, "Have you fucked him yet?" Liberty blew out a resounding "no" and pulled her arm away from her lips. There was no use in covering up the blood in her mouth now that it was flowing from her chin.

"We need to look at what happened with the EMP. Giordano is looking in the wrong places, but that weapon is very real. And we both know it didn't get taken by some fancy mercenaries." Victoria closed her eyes for a second, forcing herself to stop thinking about Giordano. When she looked up, her eyes were cold and focused. "Right. It was a physical hit on your squad. And when Interpol hauled me in last week, they were asking about a cyber-terrorist group... Vito, they aren't two different problems. It's the same group." Vito clenched his fist, his jaw tight. "Hmm. No alarms, no digital footprints. Just a clean, brutal hit on my guys. Whoever planned that raid knew our exact route and our blin

"I figured out that I'm not their son. Believe me, it didn't change anything, but it changed everything what Jenoah did to my biological parents." He studied him for a long minute. "You can tell me anything if you want, or I should say when you're ready or feel comfortable." He told him. Valerio dipped his chin. "I'll take it on board, Sir." He said. He gestured at his first born leaning back in his chair. Vincent drew to his feet. He began to explain an unsolved murder mystery about how the females of Vittorio, Bianchi and Moretti were killed. Everyone listened to him carefully, not missing a single detail.

His violet eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them, before he finally relaxed. “That is brilliant, but I do not want anyone to know that I was the one who killed Giovanni yet,” he muttered, and she frowned. Since when did he hesitate to accept his own actions? “I know what you are thinking. I am not running from my crimes. I just want my stuff first. After that, I would not care who knows,” Vito explained, and Milan raised an eyebrow. “Who was the first person you killed? When? And why?” she asked, curiosity mixing with the adrenaline from their conversation.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

Oliver Valenti—who looked more suited to sipping champagne in Paris than sitting in a mafia bunker. “Victor.” Piero opened first. “One woman. Just one. And twelve teams aren’t enough? For fifteen years we believed that sin was buried.” Victor swirled his whisky. A lazy motion that radiated menace. “She’s no ordinary target. Trained. Hidden by professional hands.” “Or perhaps,” Elthario offered with a venomous smile, “she’s simply a ghost you’ve nursed from your own guilt.” “She’s real.” Victor’s gaze ignited a cold fire. Elthario fell silent.

The Gambino capo pointed at me, his fingers short and thick, adorned with three gold rings. "I figured it out. The victims all have one thing in common." "Their brothers, sons, or close friends all went missing five years ago!" A jolt shot through me. Miller caught my reaction. He opened the car door, gesturing for the capo to continue. "My guess is, on the surface, Victoria is an art prodigy. Secretly, she's an information broker."

Something wrong. The scenes from last night crashed into my mind like a waterfall smashing into a narrow stream. Fast, violent, unstoppable. I wanted to convince myself it was a dream, but I knew it wasn’t. Every horrifying detail was real. Real, and unavoidable. I had to stay here. Live with them. Carry the child of two strangers I knew almost nothing about. Beyond their names and the fact that they thrived on violence, I knew nothing else. Not even their last names. But their last name didn’t matter. For some reason, my mind wouldn’t let go of one disturbing question:

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

“This is Special Agent Christopher Haverley and Special Agent Warren Halden conducting an interview with Dominic Rose Vittori, a person of interest in the homicide of Zhang Wei.” Haverley opened the folder and looked Dominic in the eye. “What was your relationship with Zhang Wei?” Dominic looked the agent in the eye, his expression stoic but he remained silent. The seconds ticked by but Dominic remained quiet and kept looking at the two agents. “You will answer my question! Two of your strippers were found dead in a Chinese suburb, then Zhang Wei was brutally murdered, then your father’s body was found, mutilated and carved up like some maniac went on a spree. The spotlight is aimed at you,