Pakunoda Death Novels & Stories

"Now!" No one dared oppose him. The doctor arrived swiftly. After a brief examination, he shook his head. "Hypothermia. She passed about 60 to 72 hours ago." "That's impossible!" Carlo shouted. "I only kept her locked up for three days! How could she have died that early?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "Your beloved Benedetta did this. She gave you the final push and made my death possible," I wanted to tell him, but the words died on my lips.

There is something I want to ask about the woman earlier. "Karmic death? What is that? Her cause of death should be Accidental Death but why karmic? I don't understand." I was just stunned this time because I was overwhelmed by the feeling of what I had seen a while ago. At her young age, she was able to do ugly things. She's only 19 but she did those things apart still she is a woman.

“From the funeral.” My heart skipped. “Funeral?” I repeated. “What funeral?” She glanced at me briefly. “I don’t really know all the details,” she said as she cleaned the vial and drew the medication into the syringe. “But from what I heard, the Luna was killed in the forest.” My chest tightened. “By a wild beast,” she added quietly. My heart stuttered. Could it be…? The question clawed its way up my throat before I could stop it. “Do you know the pack?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I believe you. But the council… they’re not convinced.” Donatella drew back, her eyes wide. “Council?” The word felt like ice on her tongue. Then another, harsher realization. She gasped. “Is he—? Is the Pakhan dead?” Mikhail hesitated, his jaw clenching. “No. Not yet. He’s holding on. But it was close.”

Colton never called at this hour unless the world was on fire. I swiped to answer. “Colton.” He didn’t bother with pleasantries. His voice was tight, stripped of its usual diplomatic calm. “Kendrick is dead.” For a moment, my mind refused to process the words. “What?” I muttered. “Kendrick of harbor pack,” he repeated grimly. “He was killed sometime last night.” Cold washed through my veins. Kendrick. One of the three contenders for succession at Harbor Pack. Ambitious. Calculating. Dangerous but still, his death changed everything.

Albanian gun runner. "Well, he's thirty-one and dead of, you want to guess?" "Heart attack?" Candi nodded. "When?" "Three weeks ago. A few days after the Portugal contact guy. There's a few who died to gunshots and those have all been ruled as some sort of breaking and entering, but..." "They're all going to lead back to Nadine. She's really cleaning house," Quentin muttered. "Can you track her movements?" "I already did that, and this is where I run into a problem." She switched screens to a spreadsheet. "If we look at the deaths and the timeline, there are a few of these it would be humanly impossible to do."

"That man admitted that the Pakhan’s brother was running operations in my territory without permission. When we intercepted him, he destroyed our assets and killed our men. We took him prisoner to find out who was pulling his strings, but he was killed mysteriously while in my custody." The Don paused, his blue eyes locking onto the Pakhan with predatory focus. "The man behind his brother’s death wasn't me—it was the Pakhan himself. He killed his own blood just to frame me, hoping to seize my territory so he could run his filthy business without fear of interference." “That’s not true! Not a single word of it!” Viktor stammered, refusing to concede to any of the accusations. He knew that adm

His eyes travel to Mom and Dad, who are listening to him with keen interest and attention. "But there was never a body, no funeral rites. He claimed grief, yet the pack never saw him mourn her properly. Nobody has seen her body because he kept it away from everyone. It was all too suspicious.” Mikhail's jaws clench, "Death of any pack's Alpha or Luna is not a small thing. But no one is aware of how she died or what is her burial place."

I started, recalling that night was not easy for me, but I had to because I need to fight for myself and my pup "Why wasn't the death reported to us?" One of the council members asked "There were a number of reasons for the death not getting reported to you, the woman who was killed was Beta Stephen's sister. I had a surprise planned for my mate and she was helping me with it. My mate was supposed to be waiting for me there, and I was a little late because I was helping clean up after the party. When I was on the way to the location where I had the surprise planned, I felt the death of a pack member, I moved alarmed only to reach the location only to find Patrina dead" I said pausing to take

“Yes, let’s talk about Ronan.” “There’s nothing to talk about. Let the dead rest. He’s dead. The pack has moved on.” “Has it?” Garvin leaned forward, placing his hands flat on the desk beside the severed heads. “Because from where I stand, half the pack still questions your version of events. They still wonder why their Alpha’s body was never found for a proper burial.” The words cut at me like claws, but I forced myself to look confident. “Ronan died in the rogue attack. His body was lost after the doctor's checkup. These things happen in war.”