Mckamey Manor Death Count Novels & Stories

It stirred within me, pacing, growling low as if warning me of an unseen danger. “Kane!” Camille’s urgent voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She was running toward me looking pale and her breathing ragged. I straightened immediately, thinking of what she might have to say. But the look on her face hinted at a greater danger. . "What is it?" I asked louder than I intended. She stopped in front of me, clutching her sides. "The worst has happened. Six more children are dead. And one of the parents, too." Her words tumbled out in a panicked rush. For a moment, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t breathe. "Gone? As in... dead?" I repeated in disbelief. "How?"

“Two patrol units ambushed.” “How many casualties?” “Fifteen confirmed dead. Seven missing.” The air leaves my lungs, and I take a step back trying to steady myself. Rhett’s jaw tightens. “Missing how?” “Dragged into the forest.” Silence stretches out in an instant, thick and suffocating. “And that’s not all,” Devon continues. “There was another incident downtown. Warehouse district. Five more wolves are dead.” I feel the ground tilt beneath me and I see the look on Rhett’s face as well.

David, Mike and Raul walked in, and I knew right away that something serious had gone down. “Dad what is going on?” Alexi asked. “Last night Mano and his father were killed execution style. Dontay and Shayla are missing. Mano’s wife was also found dead. It appears she was tortured and raped prior to being killed execution style as well. The house was then set on fire, but since it was so damn wet because of the snow the fire didn’t do the damage or cover up the murders like planned.” David explained.

that was shocking and out of this world beside they were speechless, but they got some ideas, and some guesses, Mike asked some serious questions to people if they have any idea what happens to those people 2 months ago.... and if they saw any more deaths. About 45 people have seen the more dead body as ever..... but they have reported this to the police people, but they have no idea who is doing this? and why they doing it?!!! Now Naomi gave some information to Michael, so he tells the others about it and records it in the book. this story continues......

“Heard the ambulance call. Been looking for you, Rich.” Here it is. Fuck me. “Chip Priewe’s dead,” said Clemency, freezing Richard halfway down. Palm briefed him on the police chief’s bizarre demise overnight, and the part the old disused cannon had played, even the confession left behind. Richard listened, stunned, frowning doubtfully. There was mention of other casualties, individuals still unaccounted for. Like Meg Bilobran from the café, and the Lawries’ student boarder. “Can’t find the damn medical examiner either,” Clemency said, “and we’re going to need him. Population’s shrinking fast. So, what’s the story here?”

The deputy and nephew of Sheriff Tucker Crueson, Ced asks. "He was sent at a mental institution few days after facing the court. The guy was out of his mind and needs medication. But eventually killed himself, he jumped off from the roof of the institution building, straight to the ground." He answered and holds on his belt. "The victims?" "They are all found and dug underground just at the back yard of the McMarrow mansion. They are all rotten." The intern nods his head slowly. "Uh-- what about the family? How are they?"

he winked, scanning the party. “Ahhh... that is great,” I patted his back. “So, all of them died, or someone else left.” I was hoping he would bring Mike’s name. “Yeah, there was one more boy, nearly twenty years of age, name Michael or Mike. I don’t remember,” He confessed, and my heart sank. “He died in the same place?” “No, in his house, but I don’t need to worry about it; it’s not under our county,” he added.

Mary’s Church — 1 AM* Police tape. Ambulances. News vans. We parked 3 blocks out. Kieran, me, Darius, 10 warriors. Human clothes. Human faces. Rylan was asleep. Finally. Blue eyes. _Hiding_. “Gregor has the perimeter,” Darius whispered. “Cops think it’s carbon monoxide. Mass casualty. 23 dead.” “All kneeling?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Cleveland. Like they _chose_ it.” Kieran’s jaw ticked. “Where’s the girl?”

Died from massive trauma. Danny. Marie's brother. I knew him. Good kid. Nineteen years old. Dead. I write it down. Dispassionate. Exact. That's my role. The body count keeps rising. By 7:30 AM, I've recorded sixty-three deaths total. Thirty-four wolves. Twenty-two vampires. Seven fae. Mathematically, the Rookeries is losing. More deaths per minute. Higher casualty rate. But they're still fighting. Still standing. That matters.