Mckamey Manor Death Count Novels & Stories

“There was more than one death?” “You didn’t hear?” She looks surprised. “You know that finance consultancy office near the south of town, the one that’s run by vamps?” I stiffen. That’s Jamie’s loan shark business. “What about it?” I ask slowly. “Well, six of their men were found dead in their homes, two days ago. They were badly injured and apparently died painful deaths. But their neighbors swore they heard nothing.” My breath catches in my throat. Six of Jamie’s men died?

His expression was somber. "Doris, there’s been a multi-person shooting at The Paper Monkey.” I gasped. That club was only a few buildings away. Many people went to The Strip and then went to The Paper Monkey afterward or vice versa. The Strip had better shows, but The Paper Monkey had better dancing and a DJ. "How many people were hurt?" I asked. "The reports are still coming in. There have been five fatalities so far, and a lot of the people have ended up in the hospital. It’s not good."

"The family has everything except for the source of wealth. Mr Tepes says he owns a couple of pharmacies, but we found out that he did it only recently." "Why are you telling me all this?" Asked Emma, raising her eyebrows. "Mr Tepes came to New York with his wife five years ago. His son came just two months before. These deaths started a week after the couple came. The first victim was Jake Parker. His body was found in Hudson. There were deaths like these, wherever they moved. Initially, only a few people died like this. Occasionally one or two bodies like this would appear. But only now it's increasing." explained the agent.

"What's the death toll?" My father commanded as I entered the War room behind Kaine. There were several people gathered around the large table. Torren looked like he was about to say something when one of the other men spoke up. "A total of thirteen dead from the Alpha Summit. Sixteen from the planned attacks across the different packs prior. A total of Twenty Nine needless deaths. All Alphas are accounted for, four dead Lunas and a few deaths related to betas and their mates. From the Summit and a few others." Another man spoke.

The current number of survivors was thirty-two people. In the new round of voting, opinions were scattered, and me and several others all received votes. “Has anyone noticed we’re one vote short?” The old lady began her performance. “We’ve had seven deaths so far. That means there should be thirty-three votes left, but only thirty-two valid votes were cast today. Don’t you find that strange?” On the first day, there were three deaths. Two people who mistakenly took the red pills, and the old man who was poisoned.

The floor was sticky with congealing blood, and Marek winced each time he stepped into a patch. Orin pulled out his phone. Marek frowned. “Is this the best time for a call?” “You should call Caius while I take pictures.” In contrast to Marek’s snappish tone, Orin’s was calm, bordering on gentle. Marek sighed. “Sorry.” At Orin’s nod, he took out his phone and called Caius’s secure line. “We’re here.” He didn’t waste time with greetings. “There are fourteen dead bodies here. I’m not sure what happened, but it’s a gruesome scene.”

Knowing that nothing can be done to make you feel complete again. 12,569. The total number of lives taken over the past five years. Nearly seven deaths a day for the past five years. That's nearly the equivalent of two families a day. While our pack may be large, with over one hundred thousand members, I can't help but feel the pain of all those we lost.

“We offer our deepest condolences to the family and friends of Alexander Smith, Cassandra Monterro, and Armando McDenver.” A series of gasps and cries echoed across the hall. I froze on my spot, my blood turning cold. McDenver died...? I know Alexander and Cassandra— they’re vendors at the Emporium. They were the ones nearest to the entrance, and they must have been caught by the explosion. I remembered from Cassius that they died in an attack, but McDenver wasn’t one of them. McDenver died peacefully. He never woke up one day. He didn’t die in an attack, and most certainly not this early.

Maybe I’ll call him later to see how he is, she thought, as the nurse prepared to jab her with a tetanus shot. The needle sunk into her skin and Rebecca winced. “There you go. Nothing to worry about, young lady,” said the elderly nurse. “Thank you,” Rebecca said as the nurse proceeded to put a plaster on her arm. Above them, the news played on a flatscreen TV, highlighting the recent deaths at the Silverman Tower. Rebecca looked up and listened in earnest. As of this morning, the body count totalled three. “Tsk, tsk. Horrible isn’t it?” the nurse chirped, joining Rebecca in watching the news.

However, the one who holds the authority makes it possible to excuse such predicament as nothing but suicide, disgracing not only the victim’s death but also what little dignity their family has left. The Howlers (the teams that managed the site) uncovered six deaths that proved such claims. Since the beginning of May, when three deaths are reported in the same neighborhood, the Howlers have been given a new mission of investigating what causes such an unprecedented situation, and they’ve found one commonality. The victims have bite marks on their necks.