Kingvon Autopsy Novels & Stories

"It was found around this morning, sir, lying in a pile of garbage. From the victim's injuries, it looks like he was murdered. I checked some of the data and gave it to Matthew!” Max's hand takes Christian's place for the >“I want to do an autopsy!” "Okay, we will provide all the equipment, we also perform an autopsy on the victim!" Christian quickly changes into his white robe, after all the equipment arrives. He began to perform an autopsy on the figure. Christian stares at everyone>“It's so clean, the killer didn't even leave any traces!” exclaimed Jack, sighing in disappointment. He thought they would get some information from this autopsy, in fact, they got absolutely nothing.

Gamma Everly urges. Alpha Leo sighs. “Everly filled me in on the details of the murder,” he says. “And thanks to her, I was able to get in touch with the doctor who performed the autopsy on the Lycan King’s body. More specifically, I was able to get a hold of the results of the toxicology panel.” “What does this mean?” I urge. Alpha Leo’s eyes flash in excitement. He leans forward, tapping the tip of his pen against the notebook. “I recognize the poison that killed the Lycan King.”

On one hand Lord Kaisen was thankful to Rogue for getting Chelsea out of this mess but on the other hand , he didn't quite liked owing it to him . The same could be said for Regulus , poor guy looked as if he had swallowed a fly . " And what about the investigation , what did you guys find out ?" asked Lord Kaisen finally . " Well the assassin was long dead by the time , Rogue's Knight reached him " said Robin frowning as if the matter of the assassin killing himself before they caught him was still weighing on his mind " By the time I reached the royal autopsy hall ,the corpse was blackened beyond belief and the assassin 's face was mutilated so bad that even I was shaken up "

"There's extensive damage to the abdomen and chest cavity. Fish and crabs must have gotten to him.” I forced myself to look at the rest of the revolting body. The broken ribs that I remembered crushing. The deep lacerations across the chest from where I'd carved into him. The missing toes are three on the left foot and two on the right. It all matched. Dax was dead after all. But just to be sure- "Nico, I need a full autopsy," I said. "Check his dental records, DNA analysis, everything to confirm its Dax." The medical examiner frowned. "Mr. King, the fingerprints already confirmed,"

"I'm ready to review the remaining candidates." Asher’s eyes darken with intense satisfaction. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out an official leather folder stamped with the gold seal of the Blackridge Investigation Bureau, placing it directly into my hands. "Review this first," Asher says softly, his tone turning deadly serious. "Dr. Nathaniel Brooks just sent the decrypted autopsy files from St. Catherine Royal Hospital. The wolf-bane compound found in Eleanor Calloway’s system wasn't the only substance used on her." I freeze, my thumb tracing the cold leather of the folder. "What else was in her blood?"

The others shushed him to keep him calm. "After our autopsy, we found cyanide in his body. There were no signs of any abuse on his body or resistance. He was found on the beach so some parts of his body seem to have been submerged in water for a long time," explained one of the forensic officers. Kairav was still unable to accept this. All he had in his heart was anger. Who had poisoned Bastian? How big was Bastian's role that he had to be killed like this? Does this still have something to do with the mastermind of the airplane bombing last year? 'Damn! It does make me see red!'

“You can sign the release form if you plan to make arrangements.” I nodded slowly. “And the autopsy… can I see the report?” “It’s… still being processed for final archiving,” he said carefully. “But I can give you a summary copy. It confirms cardiac arrest, no external trauma, and traces of elevated catecholamines. That's stress hormones.” “Stress hormones?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes. “Was she under any stress?” “Not that we could tell,” he said and then looked up at me. “She’s in the hospital morgue, downstairs. If you’d like, I can have one of the nurses take you there to see her.”

Had the curse taken hold? Before he could warn her, he dropped his utensils, collapsing onto the floor. He bit his tongue, convulsing violently as foam formed at his lips. “Kael!” Anastasia screamed, rushing to his side. Meanwhile… In a hidden underground lair beneath a deserted alley, Azaro stood before a circle of cloaked figures his loyal followers. “Brothers,” he began, “I’ve gathered you here to discuss the future of this coven. Reliable sources confirm the King’s mate is no ordinary wolf. She is not just a spared werewolf she’s a descendant of mermaid blood.”

Raina studied the marks for a moment, then stroked her chin, “These marks look like they grow along the blood vessels. I just don’t know if they formed before or after death.” She couldn’t resist and reached out to examine the corpse herself. Leif instinctively reached out to stop her. Before he could say “I’ll do it,” Raina coughed, “You? Mr. Vexley, do you know how to perform an autopsy?” Leif choked slightly and shook his head. “No, I don’t.” Raina laughed, “Then I’ll do it. This is my specialty. I won’t be at ease until I find out exactly how Lucas died.”

The night the real Evelyn disappeared, she and Soren had gotten into a massive, terrible fight. The argument was so violent and painful that Evelyn could not handle it anymore. She had packed nothing, running out of the palace and into the dark, dangerous forest just to escape his suffocating cruelty. And she never returned. Everyone in the Obsidian Claw Pack—and the entire werewolf kingdom—believed that the Rogue King, Orion, had captured and killed Evelyn in those woods. But I knew the absolute truth. I was Orion’s top assassin. I knew his secrets. The Rogue King did *not* kill Evelyn. He had simply found her broken, lifeless body hidden deep in the forest months later, using her dead form