Kingvon Autopsy Novels & Stories

Cause of death, dismemberment and excessive blood loss. Keith's hands began to shake. He stared at that name for a very long time. Then he shook his head. "No." His voice was very soft. "That's impossible. She's not dead. She can't be dead." "Alpha!" Elliott tried to say something, but Keith wasn't listening. He turned and ran out of the conference room. He headed straight for the autopsy room. He yanked the white sheet away and stared at the unrecognizable face beneath it. He reached out before stopping halfway.

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.”

I had to sympathize with her even though we had no reason to get along. “I think we have overstayed our welcome here,” Dominic said as he looked suspiciously around. “I can assure you, Asher,” Uther said as he moved closer to the scene. “I had nothing to do with this; I gain nothing from Maximus’ demise.” “Call the morgue,” Kieran said coldly. “An autopsy is to be done on this body, we need to know what killed him,” “Alistair Thorne killed him, he was here in this room,” I blurted out. That was a big mistake.

She may or may not have insinuated that she is here on behalf of the professor and not herself. After a few hours of waiting, a female assistant walks into the lab and hands him an envelope. Raven’s heart thuds rapidly as he rips it open and examines the paper inside, shifting to the edge of her seat, her toes twitching, her nerves beyond jittery. The autopsy is the last thread that she has to pull, if it confirms that there’s no wolfsbane in his system, then she’ll just have to give up. “Well I’ll be damned, you’re right. There is wolfsbane in his system, small though but it’s there,” he hands her the paper, pointing to a spot on it where various chemicals and compounds are written with per

Every single action taken; this was all going on in his head. He typed the blood on the wall. It belonged to Godwin Ayodele. This was strange, Lex mused, why was his blood used for this? Lex took out the picture of Godwin Ayodele. His autopsy report. He wasn't cut pretty big. The person that did this is one smart alec. Lex was really impressed by the killing method. But he still did not understand why the killer marked them with such markings; why the killer had written this message. Many questions were still unanswered. Lex became more impressed by it all.

"And you must be Alpha Coby." I nodded stiffly. My pulse thudded in my ears as I forced a polite smile, though my hands were already clammy. "Thank you both for coming," she said, gesturing toward the chairs. "There are findings from Vivian’s autopsy that need discussion." The mention of her name struck like a lash across my back. I kept my face neutral as we sat, though the sight of the file she opened—filled with photographs and diagrams—made my stomach twist painfully. "As you know," the coroner began, her tone professional yet grave, "initial findings suggested blunt force trauma as the primary cause of death. However..." She paused, her gaze flicking between us. "Further examination rev

Pour ma petite chauve-souris de sang. At the end of the note ZV was scribbled in elegant hand writing. For my little blood bat. Putting the note down she was trying to figure out who ZV was. Her faced paled then grew hot in the cheeks. Nah it couldn’t be the King. He never shows favorites. Maybe I am mistaken. Putting the note down, she unfolded the paper to reveal a beautiful regal red gown. Not bright red but dark like blood. Running her hand down the material, her heart was hammering in her chest. A little black fan with soft feathers on top of it was on the side of the box.

If he said that Lord Stephan needed to see the alpha, then there was a good reason for that. My attention returned back to the weird corpse on the gurney, I had never done an autopsy before in my life, I was going to need Dr Purcell for this. Dr Purcell was more than helpful. The autopsy happened. First, we did a full physical exam which allowed us to discover that his finger nails, toe nails and eyes were all dull blue. That plus all the other things we had found, we were starting to have a list of the things that went wrong. The actual autopsy itself did not reveal much, aside from the heart, no other organ was missing or damaged, there was also no physical trauma, it was as sir Claude’s f

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.

There was one time she gave me a sucker because I did so good when I needed stitches on my elbow. I was remembering that story that I missed his first question. “Yes, I preformed the autopsy on the King and Queen.” “Let’s start with the King. Please describe what you found.” There was a large poster board placed with a picture of a male body. There was red markings all over his body.