William Afton Death Novels & Stories

According to his knowledge, an autopsy was a common method used to determine the cause of death. Yonas died a wrongful death and Arthur could not bring himself to imagine cutting his body apart; if he allowed such a thing to happen, he would not be able to face his grandson in the afterlife.

William is a very cunning werewolf and he gives Luka sordid ideas. He had known Athena is in town with Ardolf and he knows she is on a mission to find out the truth about her fathers death. William Knows Athena is determined to revenge her fathers death whom she believed was murdered by known other than ardolf’s father and he believes that would be of an advantage for Luka’s reign even when Athena is strongly supporting Ardolf to get back his position as the alpha of esteros. ‘’You did well kathy’’ William said as he entered into Kathy’s cottage with a broad smile on his face.

Something snapped inside of William that night. Kroll vanished as I begged William to listen to me. William wouldn’t listen to me. He had found me comfortably talking to Kroll and then found out I murdered a pack member, my father at that. Nothing I could say would fix the damage that was done. William attacked me. He was out for blood, my blood.

I never saw it coming when she was recovering from surgery that you’d manipulate me into believing she cheated on me. "Every time she looked at me with pain in her eyes, I thought she was just acting. "And even after she died, I personally smashed her urn, scattering her ashes. "I was a complete bastard. "How could I live with her kidney?" As he spoke, William pulled out a knife. Before anyone could react, he raised it high and plunged it into his abdomen. Chaos erupted. In the end, William didn’t die. Mike arrived in time and saved him. Mike told him coldly, "You don’t deserve to die with her."

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

As the primary witness, I revealed every one of Afton's crimes. Afton's expression grew darker and darker until he completely broke down, screaming wildly as he pointed at me. "Yes! I did it! It was all because of this low-life! He stole my woman! I wanted to destroy him! That old woman deserved to die! Who told her to take in this low-life?"

he exclaimed. He attempted to call his friend to inquire if he was aware of the strange event that occurred today, but he did not respond. After a while, night fell, and his father arrived. William also assisted his mother in the preparation of food after completing his school requirements for tomorrow. During dinner, the family inevitably discusses the news. William's mother also inquired about the body, but, as reported in the news, they were unable to determine how he died or what creature killed that man. They advised William not to go out and stroll until the cause of the man's death was determined. Because their town is small, it is better to be safe, and they will all be cautious.

"How?" "I've been investigating Marcus Wolfe for three months. Different case, but your name came up. When I saw the connection to William Ashford, I started looking deeper." She opens her notebook. "Your father's death was ruled a suicide. Drove his car off a bridge. But the autopsy report never sat right with me." "Why not?" "Bruising inconsistent with the crash. Traces of sedatives in his system. And the bridge he supposedly jumped from? Security cameras were conveniently offline that night." She looks at me. "I think someone killed your father and staged it to look like suicide."

CHAPTER 42 AUTHORESS’S POV Even on those rare rainy days where New York experience a heavy downpour, there have never been such gloom. Williams sat in an open coffin as the Rev sprinkled holy water and said some prayers that nobody seemed to be listening to. Everyone was shocked, it wasn’t a matter of grief this time, well Emberlynn of course and her father’s close staff were in grief but for the rest of the thousand plus it was shock. The great William Smith tripped over his feet in his mansion and fell to his instant death that was what the hospital staff said, there was no chance of survival, it was instant, he didn’t have a chance at life after that fall.

But I saw it—he deliberately stepped away, his hand slipping out of reach, leaving her grasping at air. Though the thought of an autopsy was unbearable for William's family, they ultimately agreed, determined to seek justice for their child. Considering that William had no hereditary conditions and had consistently passed his health screenings, I felt a sense of urgency. With a clear direction in my suspicions, the autopsy report was completed in under a month. The report conclusively stated that the cause of William's death was due to "foreign object obstruction of the airway." It explicitly noted that a cotton ball, approximately the size of a thumb, had lodged itself in the deceased's tra