Manner Of Death Novels & Stories

And his ways were never merciful. My stomach coiled at the thought. In my past life, I had seen his methods. Clean deaths were rare. More often than not, his killings were cruelly inventive-slow poisonings that warped the body, a twist of dark power that silenced a heart mid-beat, or deaths staged as accidents so that no one ever suspected him. He always ensured his victims suffered, not only in body but in spirit. Who is it this time?

asked Shin again to Haha. "Well, there is something different about the deaths caused by the ACO members and mafia members. According to the chief, most of the mafia members died because of the injuries they got from the fight. I mean, there is no track of weapon injury on their bodies while the ACO deaths are caused by the shootgun."

Maybe she doesn't know how to tell me that the man that I love is already dead but she just nodded while crying, telling me that she is telling the truth that Jayvee is gone. I heard cries from outside the room where I and my mom were. I immediately stand up and walk to the door even though I still feel weak. I want to witness with my own eyes what is really going on. I looked around and I saw a bunch of people crying and mourning. What is going on? I asked myself while looking around and listening to their cries. I walk out of the room while my mom is following me. I saw Camille lying dead while her family was crying over her. She has a death tag too like mine.

“Do you ever get scared?” “No.” He didn’t have to consider the question for more than a second to know how he felt about it. “Death is just another part of life. It comes for us all in the end.” “But most people aren’t shot dead in a restaurant…or stuffed in an oil drum.” “Whether you’re stuffed in an oil drum or buried in the cemetery, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re dead. And the manner in which you died doesn’t make a difference either. At least not to me.”

“There is no way Gayle would have chosen that method if she was going to kill herself.” “What do you mean?” “Gaye would have taken pills and written a very long, flowing letter. She was way too vain and overly concerned with her looks. The last thing she would ever do was take a dive out of her window and smash her face. It just doesn’t sound like her at all.” “Interesting, but it’s the easiest way to close a case, simply by calling it an accident or suicide. We do the paperwork, send it to the family and go on to the next dead body.”

Charlie nodded his head as he laughed and said disdainfully, “I have never believed that there could be a person who could be very courageous no matter what happens!” After that, Charlie looked at everyone who was kneeling in front of him, including Gibson, Gibson’s family, and Max before he said sharply, “I can be very responsible and I can tell you that today will be your death anniversary. None of you will live past today. However, there are many different ways to die. Some methods of death might be very painful and some methods of death might be very fast. Whether it is a fast or painful death would depend entirely on your own performance.”

"Go on." "After the incident, I went back to confirm it myself." His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "There was no one left, Cassian. The entire unit. All nine of them, dead." The words hung heavy in the air. I straightened. "Dead?" It was a low, dangerous whisper. He nodded grimly. "Clean kills. Knife to the throat. No claw marks, no struggle, no blood spray like you'd see in a rogue fight. They didn’t die during the fight, they died after. Murdered.”

"My mother had lung cancer, she used to throw up blood every single time I talked to her. That's how she died, officer." "True," He admitted, "She had cancer, but that wasn't the cause of her death. It was a bullet." I was five years old when my Mamma died. The last memory I had of her was her lying in a casket of lilies . There wasn't blood on her clothes like usual, she was wearing a pristine white dress, her hair braided, her eyes closed and a serene smile on her pale lips, as if she was finally freed from her miserable life.

Caden's expression turned grave, and his eyes darkened. “It was brutal. The coroner is yet to deliver the actual cause of his death, and the extent of damage that was done. But believe me when I say, he died in an agonizing manner. The mutilations—stab wounds— were inhuman.” He explained with a difficulty that told me much more. Whoever was responsible for this would pay with their blood. I would make sure of it. “How many people know?” I pulled the shirt over my head.

Men who had taken time making sure their work would be understood. One of the trackers behind me retched into the brush. I stood frozen for a beat, every muscle locked. Horror hit first, sharp and blinding. Then anger came behind it, slower and hotter. These were not battlefield deaths. There had been no honor in this. No challenge. The hunters had killed them like butchers dressing meat, then arranged the bodies to be found. Dante knelt beside the nearest corpse and touched two fingers to the man's throat out of habit before withdrawing. "No pulse. Hours gone."