Beautiful Carnage Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, and my heart pounded in my ears, each beat a resonant drum of war and destruction. When I finally emerged into the grand hall, the sight that met my eyes was something out of a nightmare. The once magnificent room was now a grotesque canvas of carnage. Bodies of vampires and wolves alike were strewn across the floor, some dismembered, others with throats savagely torn out. Blood painted the walls and floors in a macabre tapestry, the once grand chandeliers casting eerie shadows over the lifeless forms.

“Gyaaaaah!” “Arghhh!” A mixed group of people of all ages, from kids to adults, from women to men are in vain while crying in agony, ugly voices were resonating throughout the circled close stage, surrounded by a massive tall crystal. They were trapped with no escape. The red bodily fluid was scattered everywhere like the place was raining with blood. Body parts like limbs, heads, are been cut and dropping on the tiled dirty floor. Fresh corpses died in a slice or bullets, or choked was everywhere in the circle stage. It was a bloody scene.

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.