Who Killed Midnight Mha Novels & Stories

“This can’t be… Min and Boris… Who could have killed them?” ‘Zev was with me all night, and he wouldn’t dare killing Min even if he had time to do it. He was using him to get more information about Victor. There’s no way he’d kill him out of whim,’ Layla pondered hard while trying to figure out who did the crime. ‘And Zev agreed to let Min go, and thus we returned to the mansion. He wouldn’t say that just to make me believe he’s willing to help, right?’

I took another bite of my burger. “What men?” Rao asked. “Probably the ones that killed Indie.” Moran answered. “On Monday, I got back all of my info about what’d happened to the men who killed Indie, like Ford asked, and all but one are dead. The most recent one died on Saturday night.” “Madison says they’re all dead.” I grinned. I wasn’t going to share the fact that she was the Phantom. Not just yet. They had to get to know her better. “Did she hunt them down or something?” Val asked.

He had been flattened in the pit. In an instant, Timothy’s face froze, and he stood as still as a statue. After a few minutes, he realized what had happened. “Uncle Mark!” Timothy cried out in grief and jumped into the hole. He could not understand it. Mark was one of the strongest fighters in the Bones family. How could he have ended up this way? Who could possibly kill him in Lannopolis? Did Metal Mask do it? He was the only one in the area who could do it.

He asked coldly for the assistant to nod closing his eyes. “ then I wasn’t his main assistant, I was assisting his assistant but after his death ten years ago I filled in. Yes, The midnight shadow is the one who was hired by Madam Martha to kill your mother twenty-four years ago. He’s anonymous and can only be hired by using a specific code or referral from someone who recommends his services. If he did a good job, he drops a code and if you want his services you use the code” he said swallowing hard. “The midnight shadow” Alex scoffs.

"What? The head elder is killed?" The people of the TMAA were all shocked by the sudden news. Nixon Xenos, the head elder of the TMAA, was dead. Even Caspian was surprised by the announcement. He had indeed struck Nixon with a powerful blow, but he could tell that Nixon wouldn't have died from his one attack. Caspian took a closer look at Nixon's corpse and found a dagger embedded within the body. He quickly realized that Nixon had perished in the hands of Horace.

Everything was going to be okay. But then my phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. I know who killed Marcus. Meet me at the warehouse. Midnight. Come alone.

The news I heard shocked me. “Around 6:40pm this evening, the police identified the culprit for the murder of Albert Connor-Mckinney and Mary Adele White. The culprit is a middle aged man: Smith Connor the uncle of the diseased agent. The sheriff: Morgan was fatally shot…he died later in the hospital…Chris the accomplice…receiving treatment at Winster county hospital… hard drugs and guns were among the things confiscated at the scene… June Hall reporting.” I knew this instant that I would never escape this, my life may be lost in the process. My fear now is not the detective with a scowl but Smith. I know he would not let me be.

“We don’t have time for this. Night Shifters will suspect something. We need to kill them both and blame Jason's death on em." Mira giggles. “Khlan. End this.” Khlan smiles. He reloads the gun and then points it in front of me. This is it, Sara. The end of the road. But then— One second the gun is pointing at me, the next it swings to Mira's direction. “What are you—” Bang. Gunshot. Mira drops to the floor. Dead. "Arghhhh!" Linda shrieks, but then— Bang. She falls beside Mira. Dead.

“As requested, the son of a bitch has been taken care of. Say hello to Dr. Joel.” Attached below the message was a photo—Dr. Joel, lying in a pool of his own blood. Khalid, Jasper, and Moses had done it. They killed him. And in his next life, maybe he’d learn to mind his own business. I replied instantly. “Make sure nothing links back to me. Good job. Thank you.” Then, I smirked—like the most satisfied woman alive.

“Fuck you...Your reign is over, Montreal.” A black pill suddenly appeared underneath his tongue, and before Damon could shove his finger into his mouth to prevent what is about to happen. The man bites the pill down in half, pouring the green liquid straight into his throat. Not a second later, his body started convulsing, foam of saliva oozing from his mouth, eyes rolled back turning them completely white. The sniper has gone lifeless in a beat. He killed himself before Damon could extract any information, deeming that it was the safest way out than forego a series of torture in the future.