How Many People Did William Afton Kill Novels & Stories

"How many did we lose?" "Too many. Not as many as it could have been." She sat down heavily, wincing as the movement pulled at her injuries. "Eighty-three confirmed dead. Another forty that probably won't make it through the night. Plus however many civilians didn't evacuate in time." Eighty-three. The number hit like a physical blow. "That's not on you," Kira said firmly. "That's on Ronan. On every wolf who chose to follow him thinking they could take what wasn't theirs."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Files lay open on the table. Photos. Names. Dates. Too many. “So far,” Vittorio continued, “Blackwell has executed seventy three men across six families. Some guilty. Most… questionable.” “Some innocent,” someone muttered. Morozov’s eyes hardened. “All of them dead.” “He doesn’t ask anymore,” Cortez said. “He decides.” “And if he decides your cousin looked suspicious?” another voice added. “Your son was in the wrong city? Your man answered too slowly?”

She asked. “143.” Aaron said, his eyes shadowed. “Zidane also killed 93 of his own pack before he left, about 40 might not make it and another few hundred are on the mend.” Elijah added. “And those who sided him - 70 are in the cells, about 380 are dead but we’re not a hundred percent sure on that number. Those are the ones that the lead warrior here said are accountable for. Alejandro went wild, one of our wolves said the way he killed those women was as if he was enjoying every minute of it and in that mess, there was definitely near 130 bodies.” Aaron said, making Scarlett shiver remembering that sight.

Some rarely-seen birds also hovered around Asford, and some elderly residents believed that this was a sign of impending disaster. One day, the peaceful life of Asford was suddenly disrupted by an unexpected event. A family of three—the Pines—living in the town were killed by an unknown assailant. If it were only a simple murder, then this case would have been written off as a home invasion. However, to the townspeople’s horror, the deranged murderer had disemboweled the victims and removed their internal organs.

The ground he lay under was soaked in so much blood, I knew it was futile to hope. Kill count for Clara: 104 children, 2 adults.

Always planning escape routes. Konstantin pulls up a holographic display. It shows the locations where hybrids have been spotted. Five red dots scattered across a map of North America. "Number Seven was here, in Riverside. Nineteen confirmed kills." He points to other locations. "Number Four was spotted in Vancouver. Seven kills. Number Nine in Denver. Twelve kills. Number Twelve in Atlanta. Twenty-three kills. Number Fifteen in Austin. Five kills." "Sixty-six people dead," I breathe. "In how long?"

"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!"

Davina’s Pov:- We were walking towards the main door, climbing the stairs. Cops arrested both Samuel and Andrew for what they did. Arthur told me that they couldn’t get out of jail for the rest of their life, he made sure of it. After a long day, we are back to our mansion. I never thought that a night would be this terrifying. I could not just get my head out from the fact of Andrew killing innocent people and no one ever suspected him. He killed 4 people, Olivia’s mom, dad, grandfather, and Allen.

Her voice carried a note of desperation as sulfur-laced pheromones betrayed her terror. Adelaide kicked behind her knees, forcing her to her knees. "Do you know how they died? Each was stabbed one hundred and eight times. Why that number? Think carefully!" "N-no!" Velda's face drained of color. She recalled the Western Tribe general they'd captured, slicing him one hundred and eight times and removing his glands. "It's impossible! The Western Tribe committed those crimes. Your family was killed by Western Tribe werewolves. I have nothing to do with it!" She tried to flee, but Adelaide pinned her shoulders, keeping her kneeling.

How could William have the heart to see her get hurt? " William, you will die today. And if you want her to die with you, then I'll be glad to make that happen." Anpu and Martin fired their guns at the same time, and when William pushed Crista away to protect her from getting shot, the bullet grazed her arm before it pierced through William's chest. Martin's bullet pierced Anpu's chest at the same time and killed him. With a groan, William loosened his grip on Crista. "No! William!" Crista held William at once. It was hard to tell whose blood it was on their clothes.