Novel & Cerita Manner Of Death

Somewhere a priest practiced a new eulogy that would sound like the last five. The woman above sighed. “Do they know how?” “Just whispers,” the first man said eagerly. “Accident that wasn’t. A fall. A bullet that wandered. A heart too young to break on its own. Take your pick.” “God rest him,” she repeated again, rote.

POV: Isla | Parliament steps, then the shelter The Parliamentary tradition for executed vampires is burning, which is framed as respect and which functions as finality, the complete removal of the physical from the situation, and the burning happens within an hour of death, which means that by the time I reach the Parliament steps the burning is done and what remains is the specific grey quality of ash that has been scattered by the afternoon wind and which is settling in the corners of the steps and in the cracks between the stones.

Xiao Chen frowned and said lightly, "It seems that someone came here earlier than us." When they got closer, they saw that most of them died in the same way. All of them had a shallow bloodstain on their throats. Xiao Chen frowned. These people did not struggle or fight with others before they died, which showed that the murderer's method was very fast. The blood in the dead's throats was not much. This was somewhat similar to Yi Yeqiu's Fatal-thrust. From the way they died, this was not a battle, but an assassination. It was to the extent that the other party's methods were even more efficient than Hidden Fragrance Wafting Under the Moon.

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

“Fine! Let's go! I can't believe you’d curse my family to be dead! Even if you saved me, this isn't over!” Frederick followed the man to his residence. As soon as they entered, a nauseating stench of blood hit them. The man’s wife and children lay dead in a pool of blood, their bodies cruelly sliced in half. “Ahhh!” The man crumpled to the ground, feeling as if the world had collapsed around him. Frederick remained calm as he surveyed the scene. The precise and brutal method of killing—cutting the bodies in half—was identical to the method used to kill Chester.

Details were scarce, the report claiming only that his body had been discovered by one of his trusted betas, lifeless and marked by violence. I leaned back slowly, my fingers curling against the armrest of the chair. The clock ticked on behind me, louder now, each sound hammering against my skull. “Dead…” I muttered, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. “How?” Lucas shifted slightly, his hands clasped behind his back. “The reports don’t say. Rumors suggest… murder.” The word settled over me like a shadow. Murder. Of course it was. A man like Garrick would never go quietly, never succumb to something as plain as illness or age. His end would always be bloody, violent, the kind that l

Into the one thing I didn’t have to pretend to understand. “There have been three deaths so far; one rogue, two vampires,” I began, keeping my tone measured. “The rogue seemed to have been poisoned by someone it trusted. There was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a fight. It was peaceful… too peaceful. The transition from life to death was seamless. Clean.” I let my eyes move across the table, watching their silent reactions.

“I don’t want to hear about it from the beginning. Just tell me very simply and clearly, what happened to Ronnie?” “Dead,” Jay leisurely spat out. Spencer was truly dumbfounded. That answer was surely simple and straightforward. “How did he die?” “Illness or homicide,” Jay continued to answer concisely. Spencer was so anxious that he cursed out, “Can’t you add more f*cking words to your sentences?” Jay added more words as he wished, “Illness or homicide, it’s to be determined.” Spencer was utterly speechless. “Well then, we’ll go according to your pace. Tell me in detail how you encountered my Ronnie up until his demise.”

I said and made my way to the door "Nicole is dead" he said and I made a halt, and turned to his direction "What! How? What happened? Who killed her?" I asked all at a time "That's the mystery yet to be solved" he responded, turning so that we faced each other "There was no sign of struggle before her death, so it definitely wasn't a murder, Nicole is the last person on Earth, whom one would think, of commiting suicide" he explained "Then what was the cause of her death?" I asked, this came as a blow to me