King Vons Autopsy Photos Novels & Stories

Chapter 80 Nicolas POV The news had spread like wildfire. The whole kingdom-human and wolf alike-buzzed with the same headline: "Heiress of the Levites, Viona Nobel, wanted for murder!" I sat stiffly in the back seat of my car, the tablet in my hands replaying the news broadcast again and again. Each time, the same sickening footage flashed across the screen-Viona standing with Sally near the forbidden forest wall, then a jump cut to the grisly image of Sally's corpse strung upside down.

In it was the death certificate, the DNA report, and the autopsy photos… They were photos of my body, close-ups of the gunshot wound in my chest, and my broken fingers. His hand began to shake. “Ron?” Lisa called softly. Ron did not respond. He stared at the photos, at my dead face, at those eyes that would never open again. I saw his throat bob, as if he were swallowing something hard and jagged. “Get out,” he said hoarsely. “Ron…” “I said, get out!” Lisa flinched, then ran out of the study, crying. Ron stood there alone, holding the report, staring at it for a long, long time.

After Elias left, she immediately dialed Alistair. Alistair picked up, sounding as bored as ever. "Relax," he said, his tone casual. "My G-Wagon has full insurance. I was driving normally when the incident happened; the dashcam footage is crystal clear. As for Vincent? That piece of trash was already falling apart. He didn't have the constitution to handle the impact. Weak bloodlines tend to snap early. It's got nothing to do with anyone else." Despite his reassurance, Trista's hands remained ice-cold long after she hung up.

he climbed down and then signaled the physician to start speaking. He bowed and brought out the result of the autopsy. “According to the autopsy taken, they were poisoned with potassium chloride which kills silently and then gives out results of dying with a heart attack…” he looked at Alpha and continued. “I believe the cuts on their body were a camouflage, as that wasn't too deep to kill a person immediately. The truth is that potassium chloride was injected into them.” he concluded.

"The manual... override. It’s the only way." "Where?" I slammed my head back against the headrest. "Where is it, Dante?" He pointed with his chin toward a black, circular plate on the side of the console. It sat just above the rising waterline. A single, glass eye stared out from the center of it. "Vane blood." Dante coughed. A spray of red hit the surface of the rising water. "It needs... a direct sample. To confirm the Queen's release." "Arthur’s dead. Miller’s dead." I pulled at the wrist straps. The plastic didn't budge. "We don't have a Vane, Dante. We have us. Just us."

Except with the help of one person; the First Elder. The door flung open and the Royal doctor walked in with a piece of paper in his hand. “The King's autopsy is ready.” He announced, and all eyes landed on him. If he was really killed by a vampire, why would an autopsy be done? “The King died as a result of an overdose of anesthesia.” He said, and my heart sank deeper. Only one person confessed to seeing the King after the maids attended to the King; the First Elder.

Zack walked past Clare to the window. “Let’s put everything that has happened aside for the past two years. What started this whole thing with Kael?” “My parents' accident,” I answered. “Bingo.” He turned, “but was it really an accident?” With that, I placed Cody. He did the autopsy on my parents. “I thought there was foul play.” I pointed to Cody. He swallowed hard. “He did the autopsy. He said there was nothing suspicious.” “Yes, he did. But not the helicopter pilot. After learning about the effects of the wolfsbane, I pulled up the pilot’s blood report and found the same traces of wolfsbane in his blood.”

“Car accident. Papers burned. But we found a copy. In his safe deposit box.” [SFX: MONITOR. THEN BEEP. THEN 167 BPM.] Dr. Hewitt’s alarm threshold was 160. Adrian saw it too. He stood up. “Stop. Stop the deposition. Now.” “Adrian—” I said. “No,” he said. “Your pressure. Your babies. I’m not doing this.” *QUESTION 6:* “Mr. Knight, were you aware that Marcus Vane had acknowledged paternity before his death?” Adrian didn’t answer. He looked at me. Then at the monitor. 171 BPM.

There were other hidden sources who could get their hands on the weapon, but that wouldn’t be enough to serve as proof. Amos’s hand twitched lightly, and he revealed a surprised gaze. “You’re sure he’s dead? He died to the Rainstorm Needles?” “I’m sure!” Elaine nodded. “Don’t forget! We have people of our own in the hospital as well! Not only did the forensic experts confirm that, the medical staff did too! Here are the pictures.” Elaine pulled out a picture on her phone. Amos took a few glances before nodding inwardly.

"How is this my fault? I've done everything I can to help your father. All the doctors here can testify that I've provided the best solution for your father's condition. "If my plans had failed, then even the gods wouldn't be able to do anything about your father's condition. Your father's time is up.This is just a normal life cycle. We can't do anything about it. "Instead, I can bring your father's body to Kingsvale for an autopsy to figure out the cause of his illness. Hopefully, that'll bring you closure." Kevin had gotten used to the rich and the famous treating him with the utmost respect. Naturally, he did not think much of Mason's death.