Mckamey Manor Death Count Novels & Stories

“Hello, Alpha Waylen. The injured individuals have been taken to the hospital for treatment. Also, the cemetery space has been booked for the deceased,” “Good. How many dead bodies have been recovered?” “Right now, we have about twenty one in total which is the lowest we’ve ever recorded. We are still working on identifying some of the deceased,” “Alright, keep me posted so we can arrange a package for the families of the dead,” “Of course, Alpha Waylen,” I hung up the call and sighed. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Ace came in with a file in his hands. He gently placed it on the table.

“My husband has been dead for two years, but he comes back every night to bother me. I’m sure that he’ll come today too.” She spoke with a low voice, as though she was mumbling to herself. Then, she showed me the photo. The moment I laid eyes on it, I felt chills running down my spine. The man in the photo was the same one that I had seen behind the split head last night! He was… this woman’s husband… And he had been dead for two years! Knock, knock, knock! Before I could ask more questions, I heard someone knocking on the door so fiercely that it dislodged the paint and plaster on the wall.

The rich always feared death more. Sebastian helped him up hastily and said, "Get up, Mr. Nichols Senior. Think back and tell me how many people were bitten by Mr. Croydon." Norman was startled. He said, "About a dozen. However, quite a few young people died after less than a day."

As his eyes search the screen, I tell him about April’s suspicions and the information I found about their deaths. Corbin’s expression falls as I recount all of the information I’ve uncovered regarding the kids’ deaths. “Eight out of twelve of those kids are dead, Cor. This means that this isn’t a coincidence. If you look at the report, you’ll see that they all reported being followed. They also all got suspicious phone calls, and their property was vandalized.”

It was one violent event, and confrontation, and night, after another – and Mirrie was utterly frantic every time she heard about something befalling a Fallen Angel. So Warren was safe, at least for now, though Mac was sure the kid’s days were numbered. “Three of the MC members are dead, huh? Damn.” Mac shook his head, then paused. “And did you hear anything about…” He trailed off. She knew what he was asking, though. “Dad and Donovan are OK, too.” Mac nodded. Truly, he didn’t give two fucks about Sandy ‘Sands’ Kane or Donovan ‘Joker’ Kane. But seeing as they were Mirrie’s father and older brother, he felt obliged to ask, even though he hated them with every cell and nerve in his massive bod

Like I thought, it belonged to a wolf but where was the body? Cage interrupted me and made me more depressed when he reported the amount of dead ones. "Seven of them. Three females, four males. One of the females recently lost her brother." I got up almost immediately and looked at him in disbelief. "What's her name?" "Jarvis Walkins." I took in a sharp breath, refusing to look at the massacred bodies. I looked down at the pool of blood and instructed, "I think they are eight but the last person isn't here. Find out who did it and who the last dead person is."

I saw Malachi’s anger; I hadn’t listened in on his conversation while Peter was talking to me. “We’re going home,” Malachi said as he ended his call with Garrick. I felt afraid suddenly, something was very wrong in Alaska and I felt the intense need to get home. “What’s wrong Malachi?” Peter asked him as Malachi rubbed his eyes. “Marrick Goldman, one of my pack members, was just found dead in his house,” Malachi said and my heart sank. “Marrick’s dead? Where’s Susan and the children?” I asked him as I physically felt the pain go through my body.

she said and walked towards their car. Little did she know, she's in it for a lot of stress, for after Jenefer Pineda, cases just like hers appeared all over the city, and in just a span of seven days, the kill count went up to 84. That just means that a Light Yoza has been killed for every two hours. It's hard to still see this matter as a coincidence, especially because all that has been killed were Light Yozas.

“Yes.” “I wanted to inform you the other day that the homeless man is dead.” Deirdre was incredulous. “He’s dead? How did he die out of nowhere?” Sam’s eyes turned gloomy. “I’m not too sure, but I heard that he died from food poisoning. However, I believe that the matter is certainly not as simple as it seems. I believe that Miss McKinney tried to destroy all the evidence in an attempt to hide her tracks after executing her plan.”

Braylon asked, clearly not in the best mood. "Yeah," Franklyn replied, "Actually, there have been a few cases around the city. Three more models have died like this in the past two years. They don’t appear to have any connections between them, but it's still a mysterious case that’s under investigation. I managed to gather some files from the officers handling it." Eryx rolled his eyes, plopping down in the chair with an irritated sigh. "Not again. Was he setting a specific time or date to kill them, just like in our last case? They took action twice a year," Eryx complained, clearly annoyed.