Mckamey Manor Death Count Novels & Stories

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.

We did everything together, and I'm not exaggerating either. On that fateful fucking day three months ago, Hudson and Alec were gunned down in an attempted carjacking and left for fucking dead in the front seats of Hudson’s car. The number 7 flashes in my mind throughout the day, every fucking day. 7 times Alec was shot, and 7 times Hudson was shot. I'll never fucking forget the significance of that number.

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.

Always planning escape routes. Konstantin pulls up a holographic display. It shows the locations where hybrids have been spotted. Five red dots scattered across a map of North America. "Number Seven was here, in Riverside. Nineteen confirmed kills." He points to other locations. "Number Four was spotted in Vancouver. Seven kills. Number Nine in Denver. Twelve kills. Number Twelve in Atlanta. Twenty-three kills. Number Fifteen in Austin. Five kills." "Sixty-six people dead," I breathe. "In how long?"

"With him not healing to help us out..." Shea took the beer when he handed it back. "He's pretty torn up about it," Daniel said, gesturing his head towards Marx. The man was just standing there, looking down at the bodies. Wearing just his jeans, Shea could see the dried blood all over him. "Twelve dead. Seventeen wounded. One touch and go. Aren't you?" The pack was now down to forty-seven. Forty-six if Nico died. Forty-five if Martha didn't take his death well. And forty-four if they didn't find Dempsey alive.

I interrupt him while putting my hands on his shoulders and my head swaying in between us. "She's fine probably a little banged up but they won sir." I raise my head up to look and him putting a hand on my forehead and one to my hip. So astonished. "Kali went to call out Cage. He didn't show but Hazel did, she was the first to lose her life. Forty-two dead, only one was ours. One of Amy's rouges." I sigh in relief trying to understand the situation better "And how's Amy?" I ask realizing she made back baby alive.