Bite Of 87 Victim Novels & Stories

"They were attacked the second time?" "Yes, the bitemarks were there. I'll send you a picture," I tapped my feet on the floor uncontrollably waiting for the pictures to enter. "Is everything okay?" Babe asked. I tensed up, knowing she shouldn't know too much about the matter. "Some boys that I know are dead," Almost immediately after responding to Barbara, the pictures entered. The first victim had about three pairs of bite marks on his neck while the second victim had just two. I almost dropped the phone in anger. Barbara held my hand and I stared at her, not knowing what to tell her.

he asked. I didn’t want to answer him. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Victor dragged a thumb over my lower lip, and I trembled. I thought about the women I had seen coming in after they had been assaulted. I knew what men could do. Without thinking twice, I opened my mouth and bit Victor on the thumb. He jerked his hand back.

“Two of the initial victims suddenly attacked the EMT’s who were treating them. The police had no choice but to shoot them in the head to stop them. Luckily, they didn’t bite anyone.” “Not so lucky if you ask me,” interjected the colonel. “If they’d bitten a few people, we might know more than we currently know.” Jenna hated to admit it, but the colonel was right. If the victims had bitten anyone, the authorities might have a lot more information by now. Still, she was glad no one else had suffered the grisly fate. She remained silent for a moment, considering what she had heard so far. “What about the other victims?” she asked. “If the bites are contagious, shouldn’t they all have reanimate

Peter confirmed, his hands on his hips. “Oh, it’s our guy all right,” Watson confirmed, and then standing to meet his gaze she added, “but we have eight victims, not seven.”

Mission or not, I would haunt whoever did this to the ends of the world and make them feel what these girls suffered tenfold. On the big screen attached to the wall of the conference room was the list of ten victims and what was left of their lifeless bodies. They had been drained of blood to the last drop, and the culprits left a bite mark on the junction of the neck and shoulder. In the eyes of a human not privy to the shifter world, it would look like a vampire bite, and Officer Cooley strongly believed that this was a vampire's doing. “Chief Ramirez mentioned that you solved a case like this before.” Alpha Seth directed his question to Spade and me.

I wanted to refuse, out of sheer defiance, but the moment the screen glowed to life, I couldn’t look away. It started slow. Footage of me in the school hallway, my hands trembling, my body lit with that strange, sickening glow. The moment my scream tore through the air. The eruption, burning students and police. Liam’s body on the floor, a collapsed building, my body crackling with unholy energy, people pointing, crying, and screaming. Then came the news reports, dozens of them. “Freak accident leaves school in ruins.” “Explosion killed eight students, three police officers, leaving several injured. The suspect was identified as Violet Black.”

Valencia. Sonia gently held the hand of one of the children, causing the little girl to look up. “It’s okay. After this, you’ll be free,” Sonia whispered. Kath, barely holding her tears, nodded. She was one of the victims—Victor’s own daughter—and had suffered unspeakable abuse. Officers were beginning to question the children one by one. “My mom died giving birth to our youngest sibling. She kept bleeding… but Vincent refused to bring her to the hospital,” Kath said, voice shaking, eyes downcast.

Eyes bloodshot, she pointed an accusing finger at me and screamed, "You're the person who stole Daddy from me! You're a murderer!" I remember being completely stunned at her words, unable to form a response. Mom hurriedly hugged her from behind, whispering gentle comforts. After that, Mom began blaming me for everything. Back in the present, Peter Lintell approached Mom and asked, "So what's up with the body?" Mr. Lintell was Dad's best friend. Mom massaged the bridge of her nose. "The victim is female, approximately 20 years old. Preliminary findings indicate the cause of death was a stab wound to the throat by a sharp object. She was also tortured severely before death."

Mayonnaise dripped from the corner of her mouth onto her knuckle, but she didn’t wipe it away. The city never stopped, and neither did its death toll. Her gaze stayed locked on the scene, on the way the victim’s wrist was broken, fingers stiff in their final, desperate grasp at life. “This is the fifth hit this month,” Sophia, her aide, murmured, barely audible over the distant hum of sirens. “Ma’am, do you think Blade Knuckle is behind this?” Breanna didn’t answer immediately, rather with a deep exhalation, she took another bite of her burger and chewed slowly.

The usually cold and calm Jonathan suddenly snapped angrily, and it startled Frank. Frank immediately stopped talking and felt a little awkward. He thought, ‘I forgot… Jonathan treats Elena like a grain of sand in his eyes. He cannot tolerate her.’ He lowered his head and frowned as he looked at the cuts on my body. “The victim was brutally tortured. Based on the muscle atrophy, she was still alive and conscious as her bones were ripped out and her muscles were torn. “It’s similar to the cases from before. “Based on the skeletal development, the victim was a woman in her thirties and was around 5’4”.