Logan Paul Dead Body Uncensored Novels & Stories

Luke started pacing again. “Hope, the police found seventeen bodies, but there are more of them. I was his fifteenth kill, and he killed eight after me. I know where they are buried. He kept me alive for a few hours as he did things to my body.” Luke didn’t want to give Hope the gory details. “I know you have seen the dead, but there is something far worse than death. I know you have seen things, but where I am about to take you could hurt you. Not all of the dead are friendly.”

“ We dug the land where we found the bodies earlier, one of these bodies belonged to Nolan while the rest of them are older than twenty years or so.” “ Looks like someone did not want these corpses to be dug out while someone wanted them to see the light just as much,” Logan remarked as he turned his attention to the corpses that were lying on the stretchers. He looked at the decomposed skeletons. He first looked at Nolan’s whose skin was paler than the moon but was yet to start decomposing, from what he could see the post-mortem report was surely going to list down poisoning as the cause of death as he had seen a similar case as this one before.

“Go shower. You don’t need to watch this. I’ll bury him. Again. Just don’t ask me to dig him up a second time.” I smile, looking into his deep blue eyes. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan on doing that spell again anytime soon. Or ever. Besides almost starting the zombie apocalypse, I didn’t really get the answers I was looking for. His brain was all mush inside. He didn’t even know his name.” “And the other bodies,” Lucas starts. “You want them out back?” “Yeah, there’s a burn pile several yards from the back porch. Kristy and I were hoping to have a good old-fashioned bonfire, but it looks like I’ll be roasting corpses instead.”

"Both Chucho and Capo are dead." He slides his phone onto the desk and I catch it before it can slide away. I pick it and begin to scroll through the pictures. There are ten pictures in all. Five are of the man called Chucho. One when he was alive and tied to a chair, two with a plastic bag over his head, and two after he was dead. The remaining five are of Capo. All taken when he was placed on a stake, crucifixion-style, his bowels gutted and his innards spilling out.

I don’t have the stomach to watch any longer. The piranhas instantly consume the bodies, leaving behind blood and matter. Once I’m sure the macabre duo is dead, I release the man from his bonds, carry his body out of the house, and make an anonymous call to the local police. I took the liberty of leaving videos that I found containing incriminating footage of Dalton and Bonnie’s gruesome activities. The police won’t be digging deep once they see how sick those two monsters were.

Stefan smiled and took off his mask, showing off his angular handsome face. Kurt's jaw slackened. He was struck dumb and could not even make a single sound. How could it be? The entire gang sent him off to his funeral rites. They saw Luke's body cremated before their very eyes. The face was Luke's, and the body was his, too. The men had verified a few times the soulless body before allowing Joshua Lynch take the body away for cremation. How could this be? How could a person who was burned to ashes come back from the dead and even fought so courageously?

Claude asked worriedly while the rest hurried to the body. “What the fuck!?” “Shit!” “How do I unsee that?” “What is that?” Claude gave Nuella one last glance before jogging to where the others stood and when she did, to say she was repulsed was an understatement. No wonder Nuella screamed and looked visibly shaken. It was a body alright but one that looked like it had been dead for days if the discolored skin and the maggots crawling through the eye and other openings were anything to go about.

The young man let out a huge shriek on seeing the death of his master and ran for the wolf while letting out an emergency call that alerted all the other mages about the Ancient One’s death. However, Calhoun shot a small blade of wind and cut the message abruptly before it flew out of the window. “What are you doing?” The young man stared at him with an ashen face, not quite believing that he wasn’t doing what the young man had done himself. While tears splattered his cheeks, the young man shouted in a pained voice, “That abomination killed my master, OUR master. How can you not want to kill her yourself?”

Connor but one of the warriors who lost their lives after the last attack on the pack. Luna Elodie’s eyes narrowed as she had expected this. Calmly, she sat on one of the chairs, crossing her legs as the smirk on her face grew wider. The mortician, knowing something was wrong, looked at his clipboard again and was shocked that the passport of the man didn’t match the dead body’s face. He panicked, sweat beginning to glisten on his forehead despite the cold in the room. He feared losing his job for his incompetence. “Luna, I’m sorry, I never knew something like this had occurred. I-I made sure there was a round-the-clock check on the bodies. This—“

I glanced at Steve, who was still in a daze below the platform, and picked up the microphone. "Dr. Brooks, you can still run a DNA paternity test on a dead person, can you?" Steve was stunned for a moment. He then nodded slowly. "Great. Then, if you would kindly assist us on this matter, Dr. Brooks." "No way!" "No!" Hank and Ned yelled at the same time, terrified. A split second later, Hank suddenly retrieved a lighter from his pocket and threw it at the casket. The flower wreaths immediately caught on fire.