Junko Furuta Corpse Novels & Stories

Ares and Berry knew very well that they were using the wrong corpse. Ares thought it was better for Grey that way. Believing Keyara was dead. They had taken the badly burned body from the hospital and cleaned it up. The body was charred and blackened, and due to being in the forensic mortuary for too long, it had swollen. It was a very simple burial. Secretly, Ares went to observe the funeral and witnessed the modest ceremony. He saw a woman, whose face resembled Keyara, crying by the grave, continuously wiping her tears while hugging the side of a man with a sorrowful look.

Furtiza said irritably as she grabbed her phone. But the irritation on her face quickly disappeared, replaced by shock the moment she saw the message. She stared at the photo. “I-is this… Lejandro?! Lejandro is still alive? I thought he had been dead for a long time!” She swallowed hard as she stared at the face in the picture. She couldn’t believe it. She recognized that gaze, that face, that smile—and the emotion that filled her chest was a mixture of shock, fear, and confusion. Erick suddenly sat up when he noticed that Furtiza was no longer beside him in bed. He quickly stood up and quietly stepped out of the room so as not to wake Tiffani, their child.

Even I felt sick to the stomach seeing the uneven, dark red body on the autopsy table. Officer Wright's face went as white as a sheet. "What monsters! They'd better not let me catch them!" "They're worse than monsters!" Zack trembled as his tone filled with rage. "From the condition of the body, the victim likely had her bones shattered and flesh dug out when she was still alive. Not only that—her teeth, eyes, and nails were all pulled out." His words drained the color from everyone's faces, and the atmosphere turned heavy in an instant.

Luigi’s ashes and Jane's corpse. Since Luigi is still Mutya's father, she gave her a proper funeral. I feel sorry for seeing Kudo and Conan crying while hugging their father, Joma. Joma's tears are also flowing, but he is bracing himself for his children. After the funeral, we greeted the other supernaturals. I approached Mutya. "July," she said when she saw me. "Hi, ma’am. Mom told me that they couldn't come today because Dad is still recovering," I told her.

Jannah who was standing quietly near the weeping Joko looked up, her eyes rimmed red, looking soulless. “She’s gone…” she finally whispered, voice hoarse. “Who…” I stepped closer, my face turning pale when I confirmed my suspicions. How could it be… Just a few minutes ago, we were both in the kitchen, she was crying in my arms. How did it end up like this? I could feel the bile rising up in my throat the more I looked at the disfigured corpse. Her limbs were stretched out in weird angles, her eye sockets where her eyes should have been were empty, two trails of blood rolling down her cheeks and her beautiful lively face twisted into something that looked like it crawled out of a horror movie

Aida quickly took out her phone and called Konta. Kiran texted Lindsay Ludwig, "I need to see you within two hours." Aida's call connected, and a man's authoritative voice came through, "Aida." "Mr. Yasuda, there's been an incident," Aida feigned panic. "What happened?" "Fukada, under pressure from Kiran, killed Haro Nijun. Lord Feran tried to avenge his brother but was also killed by Kiran," she lied. "Damn it!" Konta cursed angrily.

Because of that tragic explosion, Dark Shura’s whole body was burned by the fire, and was now completely unrecognizable. “It’s all burnt.” The man squatted down and poked the corpse with his finger. Immediately, a bloody hole appeared at the spot he poked. “Is it still useful for us?” the man asked worriedly, looking up at the other four. Just then, another man also squatted down and did the same. He stretched out his finger and squeezed the corpse. He squeezed pretty hard to the point where Dark Shura’s bones started to emit a crackling sound. “Well, it’s still intact. So, it meets our requirements. Let’s carry it away.”

“The lights…went out?” “What is going on?” Tohya demanded. A stale smell which is one that Yuri was quite accustomed to smelling by now reaches her nostrils, and she froze for a second before standing up. “I…smell blood.” Ren and Tohya froze beside her. Just then, the lights turned on, and Yuri had to blink several times to allow her eyes to adjust to the sudden bright light. And she froze when she saw the dead body of Sanada Fujiwara lying in a pool of his own blood in the middle of the stage, and several blades of all sizes were driven through his body.

Justin asked. “I'm fine, superman.” Janeka giggled. “Any updates about my supernatural abilities.” “I'm yet to discover more because I haven't been searching, but I promise I would get back to it as soon as possible,” Janeka said, as she stepped down the ladder with two books in her hands. “Freya's corpse is already in the morgue. I think the burial would come in a week or two.” “I hope so. I will be coming to stay in the house after work... if that's fine by you.”

He rushed to Gasher's side, ready to help him with Furo. "We need to get out of here," Zen said. "Can Furo walk?" Gasher shook his head. Gasher held Furo's limp body in his arms as blood continued to pour from the wound in his neck. Furo's eyes were still open, but lifeless. Gasher could feel his own tears mixing with the blood on Furo's chest. He knew there was nothing he could do to save Furo. He closed Furo's eyes gently with his fingertips and whispered a prayer for his departed soul.