Kingvon Autopsy Novels & Stories

Jacob told him in cold tone. “Don’t worry Mr. Knight, consider it as done, we are not going to touch him… he will naturally die of excess blood loss…. even his autopsy report will be taken care by us...” Doctor further added in his malicious tone.. After which Jacob left with Christopher in elevator.. while doctor got back inside his cabin I on other hand felt my legs going shaky, this knight family is truly evil… tons of questions started revolving in my head ‘How did they know Stefan was alive’

I groaned, sinking to my knees to drag the box out when the unmistakable stench of poison singed the hairs in my nose. “Oh no…oh yes,” I panted, freezing for a fraction of a second when the case revealed a long thin vile nestled neatly in the black velvet stirrups. There was no mistaking what it was this time. Wolfsbane. Adonis Kefas was our black-gooved killer. My fingers worked quickly before I rolled the vial into the ziplock bag, careful to keep my prints off the bottle. “Ita about time I got back to the party, this show is just getting started,” I growled through clenched teeth, sinking my fist in the elder’a round mirror before kicking the door open and stalking into the hallways, back

"You think this was planned? Five years ago, someone was already setting this up?" "I think Orion has been playing a very long game. And we're only now starting to see the full board." Don pulls up another file. "I have the autopsy report here. Want me to put it on screen?" "Yes." The document appears. Clinical. Cold. Full of medical terminology that makes my stomach turn. But I force myself to read it. "Subject: Male, approximately 28 years old. Height: 6'1". Weight: 180 pounds. Cause of death: Multiple gunshot wounds to the chest and abdomen."

I couldn't help but whimper at what I saw. While my face seemed okay, and I could see alright, my eyes had an eerie, clouded over appearance to them. I turned to get a look at my torso and whimpered at the sight of the bones of my ribcage sticking out from my skin, hollowed out, my organs able to be seen through my bones. Bile rose to my throat and I began to gag at how horrifying it was to see my innards revealed like that. My skin was broken in patches throughout my body like this, including on two of my legs. I whimpered. I got my wolf back, but she was exactly as Tyce said—a wolf that had risen from the dead, as if I were in a horror movie. I couldn't go out in public like this.

“How’s a truth serum suit you?” “Pretty damn good.” I grab the dropper. Kyle grunts. “He really is King Gavin’s son. Goes straight for his favorite.” “Don’t be too quick on the draw,” Rohan says. “Even the king and Albatrose swore a single droplet sufficed, on the skin just after you ask something.” ‘Don’t tell me what to do,’ I snap over the mind-link before turning to Birsha, whose eyes have gone wide. “What is that?” he asks.

I wore my gloves and checked their pulse and as expected they are dead . The funny thing is that during each autopsy, no finger prints are found. Another proof that the killer isn't human at all.

The room seemed to shrink in size as he set up his equipment, casting a clinical aura upon the macabre scene before us. With utmost care, the medical expert began the meticulous process of examining Dr. Steven's body. Each incision, each probing touch, held the promise of uncovering the truth that lay hidden within the corpse. The flickering torches provided an eerie backdrop, casting a dim light upon the scene, as if the very walls of the dungeon held their breath in anticipation. Time seemed to suspend as the autopsy progressed, every detail meticulously recorded and analyzed. The medical expert's face betrayed a mix of concentration and intrigue, a silent testimony to the gravity of the f

I replied to him. He hesitated, then he started to type. “So, the official report said coronary failure. They said it was sudden and natural. But I was there when they brought the body in. I saw the autopsy notes before they were sealed.” I read the messages very fast, my heart thudding loudly as I clutched my phone like it was going to fall. “What did the autopsy say?” “There were traces of poison in his blood; it targeted his heart immediately, which led to a heart failure.

I didn't know Karl personally, but I heard he was a dedicated warrior. A Gamma whose heart and soul lived with the very pack. "Did the marking have a purple color to it?" On the screen it's barely visible, just an outline, but when I look at him, Coren nods, adding, "Most of the knife wounds on his body had that purple-black tint to them. We're carrying out an autopsy to determine if it's dye or poison." I breathe in deeply and though my heart trembles, I say my next words steadily, "You'll know it's the same as Amelia's if the report comes back showing neither of those.

Standing behind him was a man I recognized—Khalid, one of the most elite alchemists and scent-trackers in our territory. "Rune," Kayvon said, his voice flat and devoid of hope. "I know you didn't want to believe the scouts. Neither did I. So I brought Khalid here. I had him perform the tests on the remains from the crash site." He didn't even acknowledge Carmen’s presence. I stood up slowly, my legs feeling like they were made of lead. "Proof. I want undeniable proof, Kayvon. I won't accept a pile of ash as her without absolute certainty."