Larpers Find Dead Body Novels & Stories

As soon as we got to where the dead dissipated body lay, Landen spoke. "Who did this?" he growled. "I don't know, but whoever did it took Liliana. We have to find them and kill them. "On it. Everyone pairs with someone and combs through the woods for any clues of who could have done this." They all nodded and moved. "Come on, boss. Let's go. We will find her." I nodded, ignoring the tightness in my chest. Whoever did it, I was going to behead them, but not before torturing them and making sure to show no mercy.

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.

I felt sated as he howled in pleasure. As we lay in the grass, I shifted back to a human form. A few moments later the fur receded from Lucian, and he wrapped his arms around me. I didn't pressure him to talk. He would tell me when he was ready. "We found fifteen decomposing bodies buried in shallow graves. They were not all humans. Half of the numbers were in varying stages of shifting, and two of the bodies were kids barely out of puberty. The other raiding parties had encountered the same heinous thing-decomposing bodies buried in shallow graves."

I rasp, the veins popping out on my temple. “Maybe…they were buried somewhere,” Lester suggests, but I can’t shake off the feeling that they were not. My father, alpha Yazi was the first to be murdered here the day the Slayers launched their attack on us here in old Woodmil. I saw them all die. So, how is it that his grave isn’t here? What about Marcel? Where did they keep his body? Battling with my fogged mind, I hear the snap of twigs ahead, informing us of another presence. I signal Lester to hide while I prepare myself for an attack.

Zara looked to her sharply, her friend had a keen sense of smell, even among wolves, “What is it?” Denice looked at Zara and then shifted her gaze to Joel before speaking, “Decay… smells like the body has been dead for a while.” “That’s impossible,” Joel protested, “This was a recent kill.” “She is right,” Zara said as she leaned over the body and took a deep breath. The stench of death was very strong, she leaned closer and squinted, there was a single strand of hair that did not match the hair of the faceless corpse.

Even Damon is lagging behind, Aliya on his back at his insistence. When we break into our territory, I notice the absence of any ambushes. I don’t know what happened to the necromancer but that is the least of my worries. With the death of Darius, the black robed archers who had been attacking for weeks now were all found dead. Even as we had begin our journey back to the den. We had come across still bodies. I have my suspicions but right now, none of that matters. My body is burning with adrenaline as we get closer and close to the pack and then I catch those familiar scents.

He watched as the boy's body lost his skin tone color, turning into gleaming silver rocks that crumbled to the stone floor. Lars was gasping for air, and the cartoon pajama that fell on top of the pile of slitherites didn't help him. He just killed someone. No matter how it looked, Lars knew he just killed someone. His Celestial Calibur disappeared and he was brought down to his knees crying. Tirana quickly entered the room and crouched by Lars' side. "It's okay, Lars... you did the right thing. You're doing him a favor to spare him from the pain. It's okay."

Kael tapped the screen, and the headline lit up instantly, bold and chilling: **"MYSTERIOUS DEATHS CONTINUE AMID ICE CIRCUIT: THIRD PLAYER FOUND DEAD OUTSIDE ARENA" I took a step closer, reading over his shoulder. The article described how, over the last four days, three players from different teams had been found dead in almoo similar conditions, no visible wounds, just collapsed in alleyways or locker rooms. And all within hours of finishing a game or training session.

There was nobody there, nothing at all. Jared stared at it. His mouth opened but no sound came out at first. Then a noise erupted from the back of his throat, it was something between a sob and a growl. "What in the-" One gravedigger leaned over to look, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Where's the body?" "Someone must have stolen it.” Jared whispered shakily. His heart thumping wildly.” Maybe grave robbers found the body or someone performed an act of necromancy.”

Even I felt sick to the stomach seeing the uneven, dark red body on the autopsy table. Officer Wright's face went as white as a sheet. "What monsters! They'd better not let me catch them!" "They're worse than monsters!" Zack trembled as his tone filled with rage. "From the condition of the body, the victim likely had her bones shattered and flesh dug out when she was still alive. Not only that—her teeth, eyes, and nails were all pulled out." His words drained the color from everyone's faces, and the atmosphere turned heavy in an instant.