Novel & Cerita Beautiful Carnage

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

Someone to watch my back… in this life there was no one but me. The battlefield around us was a ruin. A shrine of violence. Cracked stone, scorched trees, bodies turned to pulp. Our movements had pulverized wolves, both corrupted and rogue, into nothing more than red stains on the earth. A meat pile. A twisted, steaming mound of shredded flesh, sundered limbs, and broken spines. The kind of thing you’d expect if a god took a blade to a slaughterhouse. And in the center of it all, Varen stood.

My razor-sharp claws sliced through his flesh, bone, and muscle, plunging deep into his chest Before he could even scream, my claws locked around his beating heart. With one jerk, I ripped his heart straight out of his chest, tearing his sternum completely open. Warm, dark red blood burst out, spraying across my silver fur and coating the grass. I tossed his heart onto the dirt like a piece of garbage.

Calmar’s right hand open with a wicked knife. With a vigorous twist, he spread open the man’s skin, exposing pinkish, bleeding flesh. Mr. Calmar spluttered a muffled scream in horror while I designed the floor with vomit that perfectly projected out of my soul.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

Making another scream to resonate. The blood falling from his wound, reminding her of all the blood of innocents this man has drawn. All the atrocities he has committed. Pulling the rooted knife out, the man almost forgot to breathe. Tears of insufferable pain falling down from his eyes. She doesn't feel pity, instead cleaning the blood on the blade with his clothes. She squats down, staring at his scrunched up face. Trailing the corner of the blade down the trail of his tears. "Hmm where will you like your retribution James?"

Many people assumed that she will end up with him and kept on commenting that writer always do this and that. I would only prefer you to remember I don't do injustice with my characters. Rose will suffer but if Harry went overboard with his cruelty he will regret as well. There is always a limit to everything. But if he did something which is not acceptable for even revenge then he will indeed face the consequences as well. Moreover, there is a tag and also mentioned in the disclaimer about 'Violence and Cruel' for a reason. This story is heavily dark. And there is violence and a lot of cruelty from the Male lead side. And if you can't handle go read the tags and also the warnings before con

It was the smell of a slaughterhouse, dropped into the heart of a billionaire’s sanctuary. The moon, cold and indifferent, cast long, distorted shadows across the lawn. Twisted fragments of what was once a reinforced transport vehicle littered the manicured grass like the bones of some metallic beast. Shards of ballistic glass glittered like cruel diamonds amidst the carnage. And the bodies… the bodies were the worst part. They lay contorted in the unnatural postures of violent death, their forms caught somewhere between man and beast, a grotesque testament to the battle that had just concluded. One lay with its neck snapped at an impossible angle, its lupine face frozen in a silent snarl. A

A thick, glistening trail of black gore painted the frosted concrete. CRASH. The outer glass gave way. The Cannibal-Alpha spilled into the loading bay on a wave of rotting muscle and freezing wind. The stench hit the ventilation shafts next—stale copper, decayed meat, and the biting acid ash of the wastelands. I sat frozen on the throne, a monument of petrified stone. My fingers could not twitch. My lungs could not heave. A spectator locked in a golden cage, watching my son play bait.