Beautiful Carnage Novels & Stories

I take off after her Colton, carmen got free, she’s heading to you. I link him in warning and curse under my breath as I speed to catch up, panic overtaking me. Not only for her, but what I might see. I have never shaken the memory of that night from my memory bank and despite being on the battlefield and killing vamps these past months, I’m not exactly okay with death and bloodshed.

Right at that moment, the two guards then removed the veil covering Elder Rang's body and revealed a fairly deep stab wound on Elder Rang's back, forming an X with a long straight line in the middle. People immediately gathered around to take a closer look and immediately noticed another stab wound to Elder Rang's head. For women who were not used to this kind of gaze, it made them scream in fear and immediately covered their faces, while some of them hid behind their husbands' bodies, as if Elder Rang could come back and haunt them. "Have you seen it?" Mila nodded towards Elder Rang's pathetic corpse in front of them. “You see what such a sad ending looks like? It was a sad ending.” Of cour

The whole arena was filled with the smell of blood and death, mixed into a one gruesome smell. Two Reapers were fighting the young girl's body. They were fighting themselves but ended up splitting the girl's body into half. The organs littered on the ground, covered with dust and blood. The audience "ooooh-ed" in unison. Mira closed her eyes. She cannot take it, the sight of carnage is too much for her. She have seen a lot of death already. She have seen her mother being devoured by the Reapers in her dream and seeing it now felt like Agatha was one of those bodies.

Surely they could not just be able to serve one type of wine considering how rich the place looked. Then I noticed fangs as a certain handsome man moved his face closer to the neck of a pretty girl. Then he sunk his teeth into her skin and apart from what looked like a little gasp, the girl seemed to be having the time of her life. Certainly I wouldn't have noticed this if I wasn't paying attention because it happened so fast. Then it dawned on me that it wasn't red wine that everyone was sipping on, it wasn't wine at all, it was blood.

People are dying because of my decisions. The scene before them was a macabre spectacle of savagery, far from a just battle or honorable warfare. It was a ruthless fight where two werewolves mercilessly overpowered another. The road was drenched in blood, creating a hauntingly red canvas. The air echoed with furious growls and the harrowing sounds of savagery. Organs and flesh littered the ground, a testament to the brutality. Ethan, his eyes burning an ominous red, had lost all semblance of control. In his frenzied state, he became a threat to everyone, teetering on the brink of uncontrollable destruction.

He is a dirty business man, who gets away with murder and robbing poor people off their cheques. I slip the red, silk gown out of the bag. Apparently, the chauffeur took the ‘sexy’ comment a little too seriously. I slip out of the white cheap gown, and replace it with the red clearly expensive gown. It has a low back cut and has thin spaghetti straps. Since I am not wearing a bra, my nipples are poking at the soft material. I run my hands down the material, smoothing it out before fixing my bangs, and tucking a few strands back into my bun.

The air splits with the sound of battle—snarls, screams, and snapping bones. Within seconds, the clearing and the surrounding forest dissolve into chaos. Teeth clash. Blood sprays. Moonlight spills across the field like a cruel spotlight over carnage. Killan and Draven are carving through vampires with jagged branches ripped from the trees, staking them clean through their chests. Travis manipulates Zarek’s minions like puppets, twisting their bodies until they collapse in distorted agony. Catherine moves with deadly grace, ducking and weaving as she slices through the bloodsuckers, her blades leaving trails of red and ripped flesh.

Foul blood splattered onto the ground as the corpse collapsed heavily. Without breaking stride, I continued to push deeper into the vehicle exhibition area. When I encountered two or three zombies clustered together, I remained unhurried. My bayonet slashed horizontally and stabbed vertically, each strike precisely hitting a vital point. Chunks of flesh and foul blood splattered around me, drenching me in the stinking gore.

Reality one The world snapped into focus—a scene painted in carnage. River soldiers lay scattered, lifeless, blood pooling on the cracked ground. The sky was a sickening crimson. Slowly, Hound turned, his breath shallow as his eyes locked onto a single horrifying sight: Argent. Her head impaled on a spear-like weapon, her expression frozen in betrayal. His heart raced. His breathing grew uneven. The darkness reclaimed him. Reality Two