How Did William Afton Die Novels & Stories

With each passing day, the hope inside me dwindled, and I began to believe he had given up trying. Then, a rumor spread through the pack. They said there had been a large fire just a few yards away—a devastating blaze that consumed everything in its path. And among the whispers of the dead, I heard of a dark-furred wolf that had perished in the flames. My heart tightened, and the cruel truth began to form in my mind: William died before I could fulfill my promise to give him a peaceful place to live and to thank him for saving me countless times.

I can feel the heaviness so much it hurts. “I cannot— I cannot control it.” I stutter as tears stream down my face and my body reverberates so much as I force my eyes to concentrate on the typed words on the report. Cause of death: Animal bites and strangling. “Cause of death, animal bites and strangling.” I mumble as I read along. “No, Emmett was not the one who killed her but it was one of them.” Aunt Kitra speaks as I look through the horrific pictures. “You – killed many of them upon their entrance into the city and they revenged by killing her?” I ask.

She wanted to know but also didn't. "It was a brain aneurysm. He had gone in to work and on the way crashed his car into a semi. We thought that perhaps the car accident had caused something to hit him the right way, but when they did the autopsy they discovered the aneurysm. He died while driving and that's what caused the accident." James had been in the backseat and died instantly on impact. His wolf hadn't awoken yet so he didn't have any healing abilities. My bother died a human.

"The Worsleys are experts at martial arts. They must be able to stop the Legion! They simply must!" "Fucking hell, this Ashton fellow is such a lunatic! We never provoked him. What do the deaths of those people we caused have to do with him? Who does he think he is, some kind of righteous avenger?" "I'm going to kill him when I get the chance!" "Word just got in! The Worsleys have fallen. William was slain with a single strike, and Willa's face was slashed over a hundred times. Her head has now been hung up for everyone to see!"

Sonnet quickly brought her a glass of water. Sonnet turned to look at Maxwell and saw him with a pensive expression. “So, it was really Will?” She could not help but ask Maxwell. “He found out from Scout that you didn’t die, so he went to Mrs. Wilson to find out if you faked your death, but he didn’t expect such an accident to befall her.” Maxwell’s face was icy, and he said coldly, “Since that’s the case, I can’t be blamed for what I’ll do to him next!”

I twisted the door handle and slowly started opening the door. “She's been found. She had been hiding in Austria but the thing is. Her body was found. Gina is dead… From the autopsy report, they claim she died from poisoning. She killed herself and it seems she did it two months ago.” Everything around me froze and not just because of the news of Gina's deserved death but at the sight of Anthony sitting upright and holding his head. “Anthony…”

Jefferson was on the verge of exploding in anger as he asked, "How did he die?" Vincent answered nervously, "He probably committed suicide by biting his tongue, but we need forensic doctors to confirm." "Call Paramount Criminal Police Team and ask them to send the forensic doctor, Adrienne Carter, over." Although Jefferson was infuriated because of Adrienne, he still wanted to see her as long as there was a chance. Vincent replied, "Yes." ...... Adrienne, while confused, received an order from her superior, asking her to rush to the Chatterton Town narcotics team headquarters to conduct an autopsy.

“We’re going to step around the body. Don’t look. You won’t get that image out of your head.” I readied myself as we were walking past. I couldn’t help myself. I looked, though Elijah was there. He was moving as we did, an extra barrier between us and the body. Body. As in deceased. Jesus. Ashton had killed a man in my apartment. And I’d seen the whole thing. I was a Mafia witness. But—this was at my place. My home. That guy was trying to pick my lock. If Ashton hadn’t . . . I started shaking. My knees were knocking against each other, and my legs were getting all wobbly.

he exclaimed. He attempted to call his friend to inquire if he was aware of the strange event that occurred today, but he did not respond. After a while, night fell, and his father arrived. William also assisted his mother in the preparation of food after completing his school requirements for tomorrow. During dinner, the family inevitably discusses the news. William's mother also inquired about the body, but, as reported in the news, they were unable to determine how he died or what creature killed that man. They advised William not to go out and stroll until the cause of the man's death was determined. Because their town is small, it is better to be safe, and they will all be cautious.

But I saw it—he deliberately stepped away, his hand slipping out of reach, leaving her grasping at air. Though the thought of an autopsy was unbearable for William's family, they ultimately agreed, determined to seek justice for their child. Considering that William had no hereditary conditions and had consistently passed his health screenings, I felt a sense of urgency. With a clear direction in my suspicions, the autopsy report was completed in under a month. The report conclusively stated that the cause of William's death was due to "foreign object obstruction of the airway." It explicitly noted that a cotton ball, approximately the size of a thumb, had lodged itself in the deceased's tra