Emma Walker Autopsy Novels & Stories

he came to a halt as he saw Emma standing before his father, his history professor and some other guy by her right hand side, his mother, Esther and Anthony by her left hand side. Slowly, he approached them, noticing as he walked closer, that Emma's red hair wasn't as red as before, it wasn't that long either. Had she trimmed it? He thought. Her back was facing him, so he hadn't seen her face yet. "Derek…right about time." Alpha Arnold called wistfully, not understanding but seemingly enjoying the scene right before him tonight. He didn't know how his younger brother got in touch with vampires, but this scene alone would rip him of his honor and respect among the other alpha wolves at least.

I spat, strands of my hair sticking to my damp cheek. I grabbed the back of Emma’s neck, not hard, just enough to get her attention. “Look at him!” I shouted, forcing her to look at the waxen corpse . The old man inside was perfectly arranged, a parody of peace. I let the back of her neck go. “That’s how Elijah seesyou, Just a pretty thing to be presented to me, Another simple Expensive, arrangement” My cock already fully hard, thick and demanding to be buried in her core. . “Your Just another warm body that I paid to rut and drink from, while he looks the other way, counting every dime that burns in his check book” “Go to hell you bastard”

That was Alice: the prankster, the escape artist, the one who always found a door where there was only a wall. The morgue was cold. Too bright. It smelled like bleach and something else, something chemical and wrong; formaldehyde and the ghost of every body that had passed through these stainless-steel doors. Alexa's boots squeaked on the linoleum. She focused on the sound to keep from floating away. The detective looked at Alexa and then to the attendant, a young man with bad skin and kind eyes who probably hadn't slept in thirty hours. He nodded once, solemn as a priest, and pulled back the sheet.

Emma arrived at the campus and parked her car then walked inside the big building. Cole saw Emma when she walked inside the building and he smirked to himself when he saw how she was covering the bruises he left on her delicate skin. Emma was shy when he first saw her, but she never looked dead, her eyes never looked this sad; Emma was alive when he first saw her and now he killed her.

“Feeling any better?” Waltz Fleur asked while looking nervously at Alex Rockefeller. Alex nodded and wiped the juice from the corners of his mouth. “Much better,” he said. After Alex swallowed the essence in the humanoid-shaped demonic wisteria fetus, it was left with only a thin layer of skin. Anna Coleman, Granny Silvan, and the others all watched in stunned silence. Xyla Stoermer immediately returned with another demonic wisteria fetus. “Mr. Rockefeller, there’s another one here. You might as well just eat it too. It’d be a waste to leave it here. Or else, it might just benefit someone else,” she said.

He wanted me to wait to explain himself. "Okay, I won't tell Emma anything. I would just go from here and wait for you". Trying to convince him, I said. He took a step backward. I put myself to my normal human self. And slowly went from there towards my house. Emma Gray: I covered myself with a lot of scents of different stuff. I also drank the blood of different beings. I went into my house. I just stepped in. Both of my parents were standing in front of me. They just came from their room in a second as soon as I entered.

” I groaned, making a show of being exasperated, only leaning away slightly when she closed the distance between us before I could blink. The Witch’s face did not have the usual smile lines, the white-streaked tuffs of her undercut swirled frantically under the hum of the overhead air conditioner. I knew better than to present my neck within a chopping or slicing distance when a hag was present. One could never understand their sense of humor sometimes, and It wouldn't do for a Lycan to be ambling about with a porous throat. “Inconclusive Mr. Bayes. The results of Amelia Clarkson’s autopsy were inconclusive.” The Witch needled, pressing the long oak of her form forward until she was close en

no one fell for the correction but the Succubus simply shrugged it off as she did every day, “Dr Grace Gumm, please follow me, I have the unfortunate victims through here, you will need to confirm their identities before we can perform the autopsies,” Stacy interjected at this point, “Autopsy? Why?” “Well we are not sure what killed them, as yet I can find no puncture marks, cuts, defensive wounds or obvious signs of poisoning,” The Doctor lead the Wolves into a smaller room with two gurneys in the centre, the walls were tiled white and it stank of a mix of disinfectant and formaldehyde, the Doctor pulled back the blue sheets that were covering the bodies, all of a sudden it was real, Domini

Emma said. She hefted the hatchet. “I mean it!” Pushing a massive palm into the drift beside him, the wendigo pulled a felled tree from the drift. Scraping a splinter from the bark, it began to pick its teeth. The words came out in a dead man’s whisper, and even through the bitter cold that came with them, Emma could smell the rot. “Aah, little Emmie. I thought I heard someone knocking at my parlor door. Someone . . . ripe.”

My body was found in an abandoned building. The construction workers, struggling to hold back their nausea, called the police. My parents rushed from my sister Lily Lambert's celebration banquet to the crime scene. The crime scene investigator, Chester Ford, frowned and motioned for them to put on masks. My dad, David Lambert, was one of the top investigators the police brought in for special cases, and my mom, Stella Zimmer, was the leading forensic pathologist in Jasper City. Even though they had seen countless crime scenes, they still flinched when they saw my body.