Junko Furuta Corpse Novels & Stories

"An eye in exchange for my dear Foxy's life… It was absolutely worth it." "Oh, silly… You're so silly…" With tears streaming down his face, Julien leaned forward and hugged Jonah tightly, as if he wanted them to become one. "Foxy is back… I'm sorry… I won't run away again." … Cyrus soon arrived with his subordinates. They removed Uri's body and cleared the wreckage from the fight. Although there were traces of a struggle, all surveillance cameras within the factory had their signals disrupted earlier by Axel and the others. Moreover, Uri's body showed only broken bones and internal hemorrhaging from falling from a great height. There were no other fatal wounds.

He clicked open a file titled: N•17 — Stasis Protocol. A woman’s voice played. “Test subject remains stable. Cryo-storage activated. Power rerouted from Kyoto labs. Subject remains in sleep mode until final command.” Another voice—his father’s. “This one… she was born without the flame, but carries the gene. If Yuri fails… this one will succeed.” Sang-woo’s chest tightened. Yuri had a backup. And she didn’t even know it. Elsewhere – Koji’s Past Unraveling In an abandoned chapel in Durango, Koji knelt before a cracked statue of an angel, his head bowed, the documents from the leather case spread before him like confession.

“You didn’t. It’s fine. Furio, seriously, no matter where you take me, the size of my ass is going to matter. Let her put Carma’s vision to life and we can get the hell out of here.” “Thank you!” the woman squealed. “You won’t be sorry.” Furio flung himself into a chair and pulled his phone from his pocket. He was glad he’d kept a spare shirt in the car but as he looked at Delfina, he couldn’t help but wish he was still sitting in his ripped open shirt with her ogling him.

That way, Jude could get back at Kaze for hitting him. If the killer was Luis, Jude would not get his revenge. “Zoro?” Miru took a different direction, lifted the cloth over another body, and said indifferently, “Are you talking about him?” Silence hung heavy in the air. The Viper’s Den members stared intently at the burly body that had been stitched up in a hurry by the forensic examiner. “T-That’s Zoro. I’ve met him before. He has a tattoo of an eagle on his left arm,” a Viper’s Den member cried out, his body trembling.

he started, voice low, disbelief threading through it. “Yes,” Talia cut him off, her voice hoarse with urgency. “He’s transforming.” Dedrick blinked, incredulous. “That’s not possible. I mean, the old stories said it could happen—that the gene could awaken under duress—but no one’s actually seen it in centuries. He’s human, Talia. He shouldn’t be able to—” “Quiet,” she snapped, her eyes never leaving Atticus. Another scream tore from his throat, raw and inhuman. His back arched off the ground as another sharp crack echoed through the clearing. His left arm twisted grotesquely, the skin along his forearm rippling as fur erupted in uneven patches.

Wondering what was causing the unrest in the air, she quickened her footsteps and pushed through the crowd until she got to the middle. Right in the middle of the crowd, two dead bodies lay on the ground. Both male, their clothes had been ripped to shreds and their faces were unrecognizable. Gripped tightly in the fist of one of the men was a tuft of silver fur. Amidst the loud voices of the crowd surrounding her, Kalista stared at the bodies, a look of horror spreading over her face. These bodies, they looked strangely familiar. That silver fur, was that... hers? Had she shifted and killed these men?

My other ‘ME’ killed a man, murdered someone. I saw the man’s blood squirt from his neck and in an instant, he dropped on the floor with his laptop. I know the man is already dead but the woman, which is me, is not satisfied. She went closer to the man and checked his pulse to see if he was already dead and after checking she laughed and wiped her cutter with the man’s cloth to clean the blood, she wiped the blood on her face too and on her arm and then she licked some of the blood on her finger. I heard her humming and then laughing. Humming and then laughing. Humming and laughing repeatedly. She brings out a small black notebook and uses the man’s blood to erase something and I heard her c

Kenji cursed under his breath, grabbed his car keys, and called Inoue. "Get me connected to Kyoko Fujita, immediately!" * Zabuton: a cushion designed for sitting on tatami

When the police remained unable to solve the murders, slipping it under the carpet and burying evidence, the bouncers had thought again about my proposal. I nodded to the bouncer, hoping I wasn’t too late. ‘’Any ID on the vampire?’’ He shook his head. ‘’Seemed like a new one in town though and she was dressed all funny.’’ ‘’What was she wearing?’’ I asked, already heading in. My instincts told me I was too late, that all I would end up doing was to discover a body, a body with fang holes on the neck, maybe a little earlier than the police, but too late to make a difference.

I said, my voice trembling with a mix of horror and relief. “No,” Rion agreed, his expression hardening as he took in the ghastly scene. “He doesn’t deserve an honorable funeral. Erik will dispose of the corpse quietly.” Erik arrived within minutes, his face a mask of grim determination as he assessed the situation. Without a word, he began the process of removing Jinu’s body, wrapping it in heavy cloth to prevent any evidence from being left behind. The thick fabric absorbed the blood, but the stench lingered, a grim reminder of the night’s events.