Logan Paul Dead Body Uncensored Novels & Stories

The official statement would go out the next morning—Natalia, ex-Luna of Moonshadow, confirmed dead after a tragic rogue attack ran her off the road and into the sea. They didn’t need to lie about the grief. There was more than enough to go around. I dressed plainly in black and slipped into the shadows behind the gathering, my hood drawn low over my face. No one gave me a second glance. Why would they? I was already dead. The pyre stood tall in the clearing, branches stacked with dry herbs and strips of cloth. They’d placed the body in a closed box—sealed tightly, unviewable. “Out of respect,” Damon had said aloud.

Logan walked out of there with his personal guards following him behind. When they got to the road, they got into the suv and drove off. Finn uploaded the picture of the dead body to the dark website with a caption “Whoever sent him will die more brutally” Carlos had seen the body of the boy they sent to kill the assassin and immediately showed the boss. Tina sees the photo of the dead body and reads the caption. "At least the assassin and spy that killed him are both dead, Logan would not have killed him if he had mentioned our names. Good job Carlos you had picked the right scape goat for the job”

After I died, my soul didn't disperse. It drifted in a daze for a while, and when I regained awareness, I found myself floating in the morgue. Connor, dressed in the black uniform of the patrol team, stood beside a body covered with a white sheet. At first, I thought they had found me. But when Connor lifted the sheet, a wolf's body lay underneath. After Connor and the medical examiner completed a thorough examination of the body, they immediately notified the deceased's family.

Logan said, deep in his thought, thinking about the woman who stole from us 3 weeks ago and is still roaming carefree in the streets. The place where we were supposed to go to catch her cancelled for god knows reasons. It is so fucking stupid amd frustrated. She keeps slipping out of pur hands as if we can never catch because she is like the water, always flowing away. "Boss, you should see this." Shawn spoke looking at me over the computer. He looks like he saw something which is concerning. I hurried to him and he opened a page on the screen that showed a lot of dead bodies lying on the floor, killed mercilessly. It was hard for me to even look at.

His voice was a balm to my pain, bringing me a sense of peace that I haven't felt in a long time. I felt my body relax, the tension leaving my muscles as he held me close. There was a sense of safety in his embrace, and his voice only added to that feeling of security. When I felt fully calm and relaxed, I turned to look down at the dead body of The Lunatic and that was when I was able to get a full glimpse of the mess that was made. The Loon's body lay twisted and contorted in a grotesque manner, a testament to the violence that had been inflicted upon him by Talon. The ground around him was stained with a dark red pool of blood, seeping out from the deep wounds on his body.

Her intestines peeked from the wounds like fat red tentacles. Casper and Jesse soon joined them. Casper cursed silently as he saw the dead body. "Damn." He said. "When had this happened?" Indeed, when had this happened, Logan thought to himself. He had been on this training ground barely six hours ago. It must have happened when he was busy interrogating the rogue wolf. Her skin already looked pallid and rigor mortis had begun to set in. He found tears coming to his eyes and hastily wiped them away. He turned to Jesse his gamma and said: "Fetch some guards and tell them to prepare the body for a burial." The gamma nodded and bowed, leaving the scene.

I just sink to the floor, completely horrified as the reality of the entire situation crashes down on me. “What did you do?” I whisper. “Oh, God. What have you fucking done?” The smile on Hayley’s face disappears immediately, replaced by a tiny pout. “You don’t like it?” My gaze slowly flits to the decomposing body slumped over the chair. From every indication, the body belonged to a very malnourished young man. Even in death, his hunger ribs are still visible through his pale, sagging skin. Half of his face is already slowly peeling off, turning to horrible smelling dust. And he’s completely naked.

Hands grab me and hold me back and I fight to throw them off. “Let go of me!” Shawn, my father’s beta and Sandra’s father holds me back. “Come to your senses Celine.” He snarls. “Let go! No, Lor! Wake him up!” My denial has crumbled under the weight of the truth. Hart is dead, the latest victim in the gruesome series of murders via desiccation. “No.” I turn into his shoulder and cry, my heart breaking for the second time in only so many hours. “Sorry Celine, you may not touch him.” My father says, staring at the body gravely. “We don’t know if that can be contacted with touch.”

The atmosphere smells of rotten things, which makes me think that my body was thrown into the ground that Ryan dug for those that were killed in the arena ground. Blinking my eyes twice, I managed to make them adjust to my background, and my guess was right. I was on deep ground. The dead bodies of soldiers and other people filled the whole place, which was producing a foul smell. Gathering all my strength, I managed to drag my body up, and the desire to taste water increased in my body, as my throat felt drier. That is when I remember that I can control all the elements, and a smirk crept into my lips at the thought of that.

“You want any help with the statement?” The chief took a long sip and offered a weak smile from under his gray mustache. “Naw, it’s all right. I was going to just use the one from Tuesday, ‘cept rumors are starting to spread about the condition of the body. Folks are talking about satanic cults and other nonsense. I don’t want to get into those details if I can help it. At least not before the funeral.” “Could say ‘subdued and died from wounds incurred’ and leave it at that.”