Cannibalism Cases Novels & Stories

“We have a pretty long journey ahead of us. We need to set these poison traps as far as we can go.” All the reports from attacks all said that the Creatures eat… meat. Any kind of raw meat. By any kind, I mean not just normal animals that we grow for their meat, but Werewolves too. That’s why all the missing people from attacks never turned up. They’d been eaten. Most likely including my father.

It was better to conclude the business quickly before they became aware of their extinction. Fortunately, there were no females in the group of cannibals. He was glad for that because the females were always the hardest to bring down in this sort of cult. They seemed to have a sixth sense about everything about them and he suspected there was some sort of relationship to the practice of witchcraft in their actions. He took the last one down with the simple swipe of his sharpened fingernail across his throat. He would have liked to have slowed down and fed for a bit but he really wasn't hungry and he had no great liking for the cannibals and their way of life.

“I’m in too deep now, I killed at least two tourists in the commons, and they have video cameras all over this fucking place. If I leave, it will be a short walk to the guillotine.” Anita looked at Rancid and saw how much blood covered him. But she didn’t realize he had personally killed anyone. “Did you kill anyone?” Rancid asked. “No,” Anita replied. “Did you feed off any of the bodies?” Anita hesitated. “Yeah, you’re as fucked as I am.” “It’s not a crime to feed off a dead body,” Anita replied. “Desecrating a corpse is a crime, look it up,” Rancid said.

Mothers removing their children from school with no warning and taking off for parts unknown, entire families sneaking away into the night, clergy and veteran teachers resigning their posts unannounced, experienced hunters disappearing into the forests never to be seen again. Of course, some of these things have been more . . . memorable. Grotesque, even. Like cannibalism. Maybe. Hard to tell, when the town coroner says bite marks “might’ve been made by human teeth” but all his tests come back “inconclusive,” which has happened more than once around here.

The worst possibility came to him almost instantly, tightening his chest. Had Jack kept the bodies as spare rations? The thought made his skin crawl. Every hair on his arms stood upright. But the idea fit too well. In this kind of cold, the ground itself worked as a natural refrigerator. Nothing spoiled. People in apocalypse stories always turned to cannibalism. History held records of famines where neighbors ate neighbors. Years of peace had dulled those memories, but the end had stripped them bare. Cyrus inhaled deeply and steadied his heartbeat. He accepted reality faster than most. He had lived through an apocalypse before. He had been eaten once. He knew what hunger could do to a mind.

All three of them burst out in laughter. Nate slapped his hand on the table. “We’ve heard that one before, but it never gets old. Most of us are as mushy and sweet as a marshmallow.” “Some really do eat people,” Celeste pulled a face. She waved me off when she noticed my nervous expression. “You know, cannibalism is frowned upon. Even around here.” “Yep,” Ariah added. “Humans are more inclined to that than our kind, anyway.” “True.” Nate’s eyes were on my mark again.

And they were who he assumed he was being pulled to. Even though he knew better, it was hard to chase away images of violent, feral humans, craving the flesh of their defeated enemies and driving back anyone who dared tread their land. 'Stop it,' Lloyd stepped carefully over the knotted mess of roots and weeds. 'Freaking yourself out isn't helpful. As far as science knows, cannibalism faded out. And most tribes sound far more civilised than we are in the so-called developed world.' The trees leaned in like a grim canopy as his eyes were caught by a glimmer of moonlight flickering on still water.

Vance could guess that much, but he was puzzled as to why anyone would do such a thing. The confusion was evident on his face, but Tatiana merely glanced at him before continuing, "Some of the most notorious killers in the world are often cannibals or rapists, or sometimes both." "Cannibals?" The coroner said incredulously, trembling as he pointed at the body lying on the autopsy table. "Then what about this body?" "The missing parts weren't eaten," Tatiana clarified. "The killer is just mimicking those kinds of people." She let out a cold laugh and continued, "It's just imitation. There's no way he actually ate that meat. That's impossible.”

It sounded as if it came from hell. “Hello, everyone. I am your host, the Death Judge. Welcome to today’s live broadcast. Today’s victims have already been introduced at the beginning. The cannibal organization is led by this Doctor Gardner. They sold human organs and used all kinds of cruel methods to kill vagrants, including children. In just half a year’s time, they have taken nineteen lives. After they removed the organs and drained the corpses of their blood, they turned them into human meat soup.” Hearing this, the live broadcast viewers were enraged. They knew that the seven criminals were guilty of cannibalism, but they were shocked and disgusted when they heard the horrifying detail

He was in training to be a warrior. The next 14 cases read the same. # 16 was Canon, I couldn’t bring myself to read his. I knew it was going to be pretty much the same, but it was Canon. I was here visiting when he first shifted at 16. I have called his mom, mom for 7 years now. File #2 case 1 George Town, pack Sintu, 38 dead, mostly women including Luna Sara George. 12 female pups age 10-15 taken.