William Afton Corpse Novels & Stories

Jake quickly called for backup, his voice low and urgent. Meanwhile, William stared silently, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He moved with caution, trying not to make a sound as he surveyed the other group. His heart raced as he noticed they were all heavily armed. Just as William was about to retreat and report back to Jake, he saw two men carrying a body towards the beach. His heart skipped, and he froze, watching in shock as they prepared to dump the body into the water. William's mind raced with so many questions "who was the victim?" He muttered quietly. "And why were they trying to dispose of the body?" He said again.

Zachary gazed out the window, as if looking at West Ridge in the past. "What did you discover?" "The matter my mom was investigating was real, and her death wasn't an accident. Someone deliberately caused it—someone you know." His voice grew increasingly cold. William's expression suddenly turned harsh—a look that hadn't appeared in years. He softly uttered a name, “Jethro Wilson.” Zachary was momentarily stunned. He had actually forgotten Mr. Wilson's real name. "Yes, that's him." William's eyes filled with contemplation. After a moment, he picked up the bottle of grain liquor and tossed it into the trash.

Bright lights illuminated the corpses, while three to four members of the head table of the council were walking around the corpses with Elder Griffiths. Elder Ace looked at the burned corpses with a foul taste in his mouth. Because of the time that passed after these corpses were buried even if they wanted to identify them, it was not going to be easy. Other than a few valuables that were taken away to identify these corpses there was nothing else on them.

She was regaining her original power now; she wanted to harness it, so that she would be in her best condition come the day of her execution, and she make her great escape. Speaking of which, with William, so to say, things had been quite tense with him and the pack. It was not that the pack was showing signs of turning on their Alpha, that he was losing their respect, as it was more that the most unusual thing happened there. On the day of their supposed attack on the Liberal Pack, as planned, William went on ahead first to get a good look and feel at what goes on there, as well as get the pack's guard down when they see the lone man entering their territory alone. To his surprise, however,

"That indicates, you are weaker and far behind in his mindset." "I just want to see him suffer for the rest of his life, before I eliminate him." "Oh yeah? Or maybe you can't touch it? So you're in so much trouble?" sneered Jonas back. Bruckckkk .... Afkar Savire opened William's study with a bang, surprising William and Jonas. "What is it?" asked William, seeing Afkar gasping for breath. "You look panicked," Jonas said. "Diana Catwalk was found horribly dead in the woods a week ago."

"No living being is allowed near the casket in the next 49 days. We'll cremate the entire casket once the time limit is up." Ashton and Charlotte thanked me profusely before paying me a handsome sum for my services. They also accompanied me and saw me off at the station. However, the train had just left the town when I received a call from Ashton. "Bad news, Ms. Clearwind!" I silently bought a ticket to return to town. When I finally made it back to the morgue, I saw the soul suppression nails scattered all over the floor. The casket was open, and Soleil's corpse was missing.

Arnold's gaze the entire time that he spoke. Arnold was unable to pull his eyes off of Dr. Sanderson. "Yes, there was one other body," he replied, considering the appearance of Mr. Wester's corpse. "I see," Elliott replied. "And, is that body still in your possession?" "It is," Arnold confirmed. "Mr. Wester is just awaiting identification from his next of kin. He was killed in a car wreck on his way home to Des Moines, and his wife has yet to arrive."

Rafe moved after her and saw what Lexie saw behind the half-open door of the guard post. "Weston! That's Weston," Lexie said in shock. She covered her lips with her palm to prevent her from screaming even more hysterically because she had just found Weston's corpse with bullet holes all over his wrinkled face. Blood pooled under his body and almost dried up. There were flies starting to come to feast on Weston's gruesome corpse. "Who has done this?" "Shit! Something's not right here. Stay close to me, Lexie." Rafe took out Roberto's gun and started walking into his quiet mansion. He held the gun forward, on standby, just in case someone suddenly came to ambush him.

, the preacher ended his speech. All eyes were still on Will and his wife and William could feel his heart racing ferociously. They kept their distance away from others. William only cared about the face he saw in the coffin-- his powerful father was truly dead! The corpse laid still and frozen in the shiny, black box. The old man's dark skin had turned daker and grey, he was nicely dressed in a black suit and trousers, his hands were crossed on top of his body, he was a sleeping gentleman.

Felicia and Gustavo Caraballo only felt relief. When Gustavo comeback he tried to put Jonah in a straight position, but he couldn't make it. It seems that his muscles were contracted. He took off his clothes and asked his wife to clean him, who refused outright, so Jonah and his twin Alma remained naked lying on the ground with their faces serene, until the evening when his body came out of rigor mortis. It was then that Mr. Gustavo put back the dirty robe he had and put it in the coffin. Together with a group of people waiting outside the house, they went to the cemetery with feigned sadness. Among the crowd was Alfredo, one of the people responsible for Jonah's death. He didn't dare raise