Mckamey Manor Death Count Novels & Stories

“I think that what we need is to call it a night and regroup in the morning, we’ll have fresh eyes and cleared minds.” Mack nodded in agreement; they had headed out the door to go have a couple of drinks to wind down before heading home. I had just grabbed my purse when a call was patched through dispatch. There had been another murder and this time there were two bodies. “Hey Mack, no drinks for you tonight! We have two bodies this time.” We headed out the door and drove to Honey Dew Crematorium.

Since it displayed Nick as a total, raving lunatic, should he ever come out and talk about THEM, no one would ever believe him anyway. I turn my attention to the most recent string of murders, which will hopefully be the most useful in helping me figure out how to track down this sonofabitch. Thirteen people killed, so far. The first was Susan Baker. Twenty-one. Caucasian. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Five-foot-three. Her body was found, eviscerated, in the middle of Chester Park. Next was Adam Jackson. Forty-five. African-American. Six-foot-two. Found, also eviscerated, in an apartment complex dumpster.

an elderly woman close to him said, hitting the young guy's head with a newspaper. "Alpha Aden warned us not to go to Raven Park where the killings keep occurring but it seems the killer is now in town" a young girl of about eighteen spoke with so much fear. From their discussions, I could deduce that this was about the killings going on in town. I heard about it for the first time on the news one week after my arrival in Kenvy. But I didn't know it was this bad until someone on the bus also commented that there were over five hundred deaths from just last year till date.

TV NEWS “… Bringing you the update on the missing person’s case, the name is Albert Connor-Mckinney; a government agent who went missing on May 6th, here you can see the body already bloated, it has been three days. He was killed and dumped in the incinerator at the redevelopment site down the street… evidence show that he was probably stabbed before he was shot dead. Even after he died, the assailant continued the assault: an overkill; which shows that the murder is a crime of passion and revenge.

The attack was over as suddenly as it had begun. The silence that followed was worse than the battle. Kai looked around at the devastation. Bodies lay scattered across the yard. Some wore white Purist uniforms. Too many were his wolves. "Count," Derek said quietly. "We need to count." The numbers came in slowly. Five pack members dead: Tommy, Rosa, and three others whose names Kai forced himself to remember. Michael, who loved to cook. Grace, who sang beautifully. James, the quiet one who always helped with repairs. Twelve more were injured, some badly, others fairly.

His entire body was covered in wounds, and his limbs were shattered. After I finished dealing with his funeral affairs in the hospital, I received a phone call from my neighbors saying that my father fainted due to grief. When he woke up, he lost his mind. Not only could he not remember who I was, but he also kept mumbling about how we should all die. One day, while I went out to buy groceries, he slipped and fell from our balcony on the eighteenth floor. His whole body was broken. The police could not even retrieve his full corpse.

Aukey expression grew dim. "Did it get to the Mack securities?" "No sir but they...There was an ambush,it was deadly sir,I heard there might be no survivors" "Get to the point Micheal"Aukey snap. "Xander Mack and his wife was the victim sir"Aukey felt a bang in his head,shock and fear grip him. --- --- "What?" Micah scream from his office. "No survivors?What the hell are you saying?Get them out,Get the whole force working,are you insane?"The door of his office burst open which made him suck back his anger.

She had trusted me and now she was dead. Over the next three days more attacks happened. Always at night. Always sudden and brutal. The death count rose to twenty five people. Entire families were wiped out. The Human Quarter was living in terror. "We have increased patrols" Kael told me during a meeting in our chambers. "And we are questioning everyone who might know something." "It is not enough" I said. I was pacing back and forth which was the only thing that helped my anxiety. "People are still dying." "I know" Kael said. He looked exhausted. "We are doing everything we can."

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I asked, my eyes moving around the nurse's station at the end of the hallway. How many did our pack members died? He sighed and I knew that he didn't have food news to give me. "33." I took a deep breath and nodded at him. Thirty-three? Thirty-three loyal pack members who died today at the hands of the rogues. Thirty-three members had come to celebrate the birth of Katelyn and ended up getting killed themselves. I opened my mouth to say something but suddenly a sharp pain sliced through my chest, which left me gasping. I staggered on my unsteady feet and gasped as waves of horrible pain struck my chest.