Novel & Cerita Manner Of Death

According to his knowledge, an autopsy was a common method used to determine the cause of death. Yonas died a wrongful death and Arthur could not bring himself to imagine cutting his body apart; if he allowed such a thing to happen, he would not be able to face his grandson in the afterlife.

It’s satisfying to watch him struggle for air until he’s choking on his own blood. The best way to kill someone slowly is to puncture a vital lung or artery and watch the life slowly fade from their eyes. I can’t pretend that I didn’t get any satisfaction watching his life-sustaining blood drain from his body. I also can’t say that I didn’t enjoy watching him struggle for breath. Men like him deserve a terrible end, and I’m here to guarantee that they get what they deserve.

I know your father was quite the same? Dangerous ground she was walking on and especilly with Sarah around. But it seemed that when she had a well-defined reason there was no killing. Unfortunatelly yes, you knew him. He passed away recently… Oh, I am so sorry! I did not know. It must be hard for you dear! She was about ti burst out laughing but she contained herself. What happened? It was atragic death. It was an explosion and he was cought in the middle of it. Doctors could not do anything for him.

Then he muttered something—low, foreign. I didn’t need a translation. Long live the Volkovs. He clamped his jaw shut and bit down. A crunch—then the frothing started. Cyanide. Classic. Quick, brutal, irreversible. His body jerked and twisted as the poison did its work, muscles spasming in silent protest. His mouth foamed, the white froth bubbling at the edges, his eyes wide and unseeing. Cyanide worked fast, but not clean. It was an ugly way to go. There were better deaths—bullets, blades, even torture. At least those carried some honor.

Then, at the last second, I stepped sideways, making the man go stumbling past me. I reached down and drew the dagger from the dead man's chest and rattled around. The man turned around and charged again, but this time, I had already regained my stance. Still, on my knees, I leaned forward and threw the dagger. I watched as the blade spun end over end, then finally nestled itself into the man's heart. Two of the hefty men had just been murdered by me with their weapons. Then I thought they should have crafted their weapons less sharp. Perhaps, it might not be a fatal blow for them like this.

The city woke the next morning to chaos. News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?* His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional. Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.

Everyone tried to be as polite as they can be as they take the stage and report the details of the case to the ears. August started with his Muddy Waters grit, "The deceased is a miss Ana Esther Rodrigues; 29 of age and of Brazilian descent. She was found this morning at 4:07 am by a local lying easily 30 miles away; but it was obvious that she just came from the party. Forensic said that the cause of death was a blunt trauma to the back of her head," everyone gasped. GD covered his mouths with their hand; Albert looked even angrier in disbelief; and the rest were taking their eyes to a sullen state as they fill the room.

Despite our differences, we are all made similar by one thing — mortality. But then, even death allows for dissimilarities. We all die in different ways. Some are killed by a lover, others by sickness/illness, and many are killed in fatal accidents. And luckily for some, they get taken away by natural causes, such as old age. But this is not for those people. This is for those who have been wrongfully and forcefully snatched away from their loved ones before they got the chance to say 'goodbye'. [ JACQUELINE ]

I demanded, becoming irritated. For a few moments we sat in silence, in a staring competition. I glared at him and he finally gave in and sighed. “There are a few ways. The most common way is to remove an essential organ, such as by beheading or tearing out someone’s heart or lungs. Simply injuring the organ doesn’t work, as werewolves can just heal. But removing it completely is a guarantee for death. Another common way is poisoning by wolfsbane. Our pack sometimes shoots darts filled with wolfsbane at enemies to get it into their bodies quickly. But you can also die from eating it or if it’s pushed into an open wound.”

I had learnt that his name was Marcus Devon; he had been born and raised in the countryside with both of his parents. It seemed simple enough, but everything changed when his mother had unexpectedly killed herself by stabbing herself in the ribcage it was oddly strange. People usually overdose on pills, hang themselves, drink poison, shoot themselves and stab themselves in the lower abdomen, but the rib cage was just odd. The reports said that she died on the spot immediately mostly because of the excessive bleeding. And ever since his mother's death Marcus has never been the same he has changed for the worst. I just hope that Chelsea stays away from him and his family.