Virgo Serial Killers Novels & Stories

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."

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.’

' He thought then slowly make his way to the door and left the room. Ariana watched him leave the room without saying a word and she cried out bitterly. She held her chest and cried out all the pain she felt. Vincenzo listened from the door then took out his phone. "What's the update?" He asked coldly with an expressionless face. "It's the Silver organization," Martin sighed helplessly. " Explain in details," He muttered as he made his way back to his room. " They are among the top 3 middle tier organization and completely involved with a lot of serial killings for the past 10 years. I feared that Ariana has put her hands on fire," Martin replied, signing again.

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:

Vito cackled. “What?” Serenity breathed, disbelief lacing her tone. “It’s a real pity, if the man wasn’t dead I would have killed him myself for lying to me, but alas.” Vito leaned against his desk and shrugged. “You were involved with Fernando Garcia?” Serenity stated more than asked, but the shock that was running through her system was too great to ignore. “Oh, you didn’t know that?” Vito’s smirk widened and he shook his head, “You should have just minded your own business.” he ‘tsked’.

Vivienne really did have guts, but I was still confused about what level of desperation had driven her to this madness. We’ve been warming each other's beds for years now, so what was this sudden urgent need to pin a pregnancy that belonged to another wolf on me? “This low-life wolf tried to make me betray the sacred trust of the priestesshood and make mockery of my loyalty to the Alpha bloodline.” She thundered angrily. My mother looked like she could burst from anger any minute from now. Seraphine had the brightest smile I’d ever seen from her in years plastered on her face.

"I want a full report. Names. Security footage. Who accessed the rigging system? And I want it quietly." "Yes, sir." I ended the call and searched for CHIHIRO's founder online. And there it was, the same woman who said she was Seraphina–Sylvain. There were just a few pictures of her, elegantly dressed. As I dug deeper, I closely observed her dressing style, her posture, anything that would give it away. My breath started getting shallow as I realized something. Her name was Seraphina Virelle. There was a picture of her where she had her left hand under the chin, her index finger had the same brown mole. I remember it very clearly from our wedding day, from the earlier days of our love making