Hidden Bodies Book Novels & Stories

There was no fire but it was like there were invisible flames that were eating up his body. Aiden watched, startled as gasps escaped from Clary and Sarah. It was like that for the hybrid’s body until it completely vanished from their sight, leaving not a single trance to show that he was even in the cottage with them a few seconds ago. “What just happened?” Clary asked Aiden, sniffling as she wiped the tears that had escaped her eyes. She hated that she was crying for a mass murderer. “I don’t know, I guess his body just evaporated before our eyes. He was half-demon, right? Maybe that’s how demons die,” Aiden replied as she shrugged.

He didn't. Ethan slowly knelt beside the body. He carefully examined the man's hands. Something caught his attention. "Wait." The detective stepped closer. "What is it?" Ethan gently opened the man's fingers. The dead man had been holding something tightly, a small silver key. Attached to it was an old paper tag. The writing had almost faded, but one thing could still be read clearly: Locker 27.

"The body we buried was a substitute. A decoy. This is the real one. Or what is left of it. The real Elio Vance might still be alive somewhere outside the territory. The dimensions match too perfectly to be a coincidence. The bone structure is the same. The length of the limbs. Everything." Rhydian knelt beside the corpse, his hands trembling as he reached out but stopped short of touching it. "This cannot be. I buried him with my own hands. I saw the face. I closed the coffin myself. The pack watched the funeral. The whole territory mourned. How is this possible? How did we miss this? I stood there and grieved. I mourned him. I cried for him."

I know I should listen to him, but really, if there was any danger in this town, it wouldn’t matter if we were at the library or in an abandoned house. The afternoon air becomes heavy with the scent of fear and death as we breach the edge of town. A few bodies lay strewn across the streets, all of them drained of blood. Rebecca hooks her arm around mine as we walk past them. “They don’t even look real,” she whispers. I glance at a dead woman just a few feet away from us. She is completely drained of blood, and her skin has taken on a shiny, white hue. Her eyes remain open, staring towards the sky with disbelief.

Something that made the hair on my arms stand up. Kade had found it by accident while searching for patrol records and he had shown it to me and I had shown it to Cressida. She had been here before. She said it felt like the books were watching her. She moved through the shelves with her fingers trailing over the spines and her eyes scanning the titles. Ember followed her like a shadow and her tiny paws made soft sounds on the stone floor. "What are we looking for?" she asked. "Anything about the bodies. The draining. The empty wolves."

Pain exploded through me, and then I was out. When I came to, I was already dead. I hovered in the air, taking in my body that had now corroded into nothing but a skeleton.

Soft lighting that created a cozy atmosphere. And somewhere—hidden but watching—a camera that Zade was monitoring. I browsed the shelves for a few minutes, trailing my fingers along the spines, very aware that he might be watching already. Finally, I selected a book almost at random and settled into one of the leather chairs. It was only when I looked at the cover that I realized what I'd grabbed. An erotic novel. One of many tucked among the more literary offerings. My father's collection was surprisingly diverse. Perfect.

However, I have the distinct impression that he is staring straight through me as he attempts to process the torrent of information I have dumped on him. "What did they do with his body?" He says in a husky tone, swallowing back the pain that engulfs him. "Did they burn it?" "No, they buried him, along with the gun I used to shoot him with, in the basement above the hidden tunnel via which they import and export their shipments on foot. Trent is attempting to use the gun against me as leverage, but he is oblivious that I am aware that he used the same gun to murder underage sex traffic victims."

Nothing can. It's like someone opened my chest and ripped my heart out with no mercy. Everything hurt. Every part of my body hurt. Every limb hurt. My bone. Everything hurts. I didn't even know my lips could hurt, but they do. I'm dying. Something is lost within me. My soul died along with her today. My heart was cremated along with her body. My spirit is locked in this silver jar, restless, and unforgiving.

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