Zodiac Murderers Novels & Stories

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

Zack briefed them on the case. "The Culprits!" Harris corrected. "What do you mean by that?" Zack and Riley asked curiously. "I mean we are looking for two culprits. One flays its victim while the other dismembers. They both seem to have different things that they keep as a trophy. The Flayerman keeps the victim's furs while the accomplice keeps the body part like the arm that is missing. In the end, both of them are bizarre Psychopaths and I swear I will not spare them!" Harris swore as he angrily walked to his desk.

They had to move fast before someone else became the next victim. Landon was close to understanding the criminals' entire modus operandi—they'd make their move after deciding a victim was ready, and they'd even issue a death notice. This disturbed Aria deeply. What seemed like an ordinary suicide was more like organized hunting. Some culprits may have seemed harmless. Others were clearly aggressive. But they were all pushed to kill. The death notice seemed to trigger them. Aria's gaze darkened. The resentment from each suicide seemed to fuel the website. And Hazel's soul—where had it gone?

He added in. "Yeah, I don't need to. But I will like to satisfy my curiosity." Jared said, meaning he wanted to know Dinah's parents' murderer. "I've been in this game for two years, I ain't no snitch for you not to seem to trust me-----" "August Silver. He murdered the Zealots because they ruined his parents' lives. That's all." Mr Sebastian interrupted and Jared brain rang at the name. He was sure he had heard of it before..

He wakes up and grabs us. Gary looks at the “aquariums” again. All the humans appeared to be asleep or hypnotized. Gary looked up at the fire-engraved stone slabs that each aquarium had on top. -Jack the Ripper? Zodiac killer? Babysitter Killer? What the fuck. – Gary says in a very low tone of voice. – That's why they disappeared and were never caught. Lucifer moves them to his private zoo. - Who are they? – Lucifron asks curiously.

Enzo asked and Callum nodded. "But Adam was killed due to me". He said, choking on his tears. It was still haunting him. "Adam had to be killed. Sooner or later. You are the Alpha's Luna. Blaze is Alpha and you know it. Being his mate you will be the Luna to guide the pack. And no one in the pack would have tolerated it. What Stephen did was a crime if it was under some normal situation. But Adam already had so much blood on his sleeves. Thats why the Originals, Ace and Zol were silent. Otherwise...". Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror.

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."

MALACHI By dawn, the grim reality of the night’s events began to surface. Reports of multiple murders trickled in, each more gruesome than the last. The police had already cordoned off the crime scenes, but the details leaked out: the killings were the work of a single, methodical individual. Each victim had been mutilated, their hearts surgically removed and their bodies mangled, with several key bones missing from the skeletal remains. The motive was a void, and the selection of homes seemed entirely random, scattered across the territory with no discernible pattern.

I had to learn that for easy access of my victims. I set the computer down for a moment, staring at the blank search results. Marco Leonardo—a name with weight but no face, no history, and no connections. The lack of information wasn’t just deliberate; it was calculated. Men like him didn’t just erase their tracks—they made sure there was never a trail to begin with.

“You feel nothing. The people you killed meant nothing to you!” Instinctively, my eyes drifted toward him, my glance not settling into the trap his mockery laid. Instead, I turned back to the Elders, holding their gaze with quiet dignity. “Three thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven lives,” I stated, the number a cold echo of my deeds. “I have taken in my eighteen years of life.” I began to recite, the bitterness of memory flooding each name. “Alpha Markus of the Red Cliff Pack… Alpha Jason of the Moonlit Shadows… Alpha Terrin…” The litany of names filled the hall like a haunting dirge, silencing even Yuri’s interruption with their solemn gravity.