Novel & Cerita Beautiful Carnage

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

I want to tear Kent's body apart and make him pay for the crimes he's done. Caser is a person who loves cleanliness; he always keeps his house very carefully. But now, there was only the disgusting smell of blood before me; the beautiful place in my memory turned black by some damned fire. All, the pungent smell of burnt corpses rose. Not only I, but Ryan's eye sockets are also starting to turn red; I don't know if he's angry or hurt, know we have the same thought, we have to avenge Caser, crush Kent into a hundred pieces.

Those dark blue eyes that reflected the color of the ocean in the sun, thick lashes and cupid lips, got me drooling right there and then. "Being half dead for straight three whole days brought a bit too much confidence, no?" He hissed and wrapped his arms over his chest which did wonders to his bulging tattooed fore-muscles. "Or you just might be trying to act all angry but sadly, all of your effort failed?" I retorted back, blankly. Honestly whatever he spoke didn't affect me in the very slightest because I was already too damn hurt and tired. "Roug-" "Ilaria." I snapped.

When you whiteness the oxygen leave their lungs and realize there's no turning back is when all the blitz, fear, excitement, glory, and gore rushes through your body all at once creating an amazing feeling. Having someone else's blood on my hands is the best stress reliever out there. Right after I fuck someone, I make them feel like a dirty used up whore before I watch them take their last breath. And the greatest thing about it is, the cops will never find me or my crew, were anonymous. 3hours later. I sat outside Merlina's house back in California contemplating on what I should do. I came here with a plan on how I was gonna kill Mrs. Kathy but something just wouldn't let me go through wit

Cassandra smiles back at him as she nods. “Carl..'' Cassandra calls out to Carlson who turns with a broad smile but the nerves on his face were clearly saying otherwise. "I can take care of this” she blows him a kiss before turning to face the person she once treated as a sister. As the door closes behind them Cassandra takes off the fur carefully hanging away from all the trail of blood scattered all over the place.

As they stood, their eyes on me, I knew. They were here to watch me make my first kill. I looked at the man again, and I continued to hear his voice in my head. My name was Damian, and I had to overcome. “Please.” It sounded even louder, and to shut it up, I pulled the trigger. In one moment, his head was there, and in the next, there was a jagged, bloody half of it, with the rest of it exploded, leaving a mess of blood and brains all over. I did not shake, not even when I felt the metallic taste in my mouth, and only moved when my father kissed my hair and the rest of the men clapped.

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd noticed. I took another sip. Then I froze. The glass stopped halfway to my lips. Across the room stood a man I hadn't seen in years. My fingers tightened around the glass. No. It couldn't be. But I knew that face. I knew those eyes. I knew the scar above his eyebrow. My breathing became shallow. The music around me seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of a locked door slamming shut. Hands. Cold walls. Dark rooms. Laughter. The smell of sweat and blood. Voices telling me I had no choice.

I didn't wait to see when he would fall as I wasn't done killing the rest of the wolves. I got out of my haze after a while, and my eyes finally looked around and registered what it was I was seeing. Absolute Carnage was in the room, dead bodies littered everywhere and blood soaked the ground with splashes on the wall. The room looked like a monster had gotten to them and killed them all. My hands felt heavy and looked at them only to realise that it was the blood from everything that I had done and all the killing I had done as well. "Cassie!" heard from the doorway.

He forcefully drove the blade deeper into the man's already wounded chest, causing fresh waves of agony to course through his trembling body. As the blade tore through flesh and muscle, Ralph's eyes fixated with a disturbing intensity on the man's abdomen, his hand moving meticulously to make a long, gory incision down the center. As the sharp metal sliced through the delicate tissues, crimson rivers of blood flowed freely, marring the previously pristine floor. The agonized cries that erupted from the wounded man echoed throughout the basement, reverberating with a certain horrifying beauty.

But before I could even process what had happened, I was thrown aside with a jolt, pain radiating through my body as I collided with a pile of rubble. Gasping, I struggled to regain my bearings, my vision blurred as I forced myself to my feet. And then, in a surreal and nightmarish sight, I witnessed the Rogue's brutality up close. Closer. His massive hands closed around Cassidy's form, her pleas for mercy drowned out by the sounds of battle. With a sickening crunch, the Rogue tore her body into pieces, blood and gore painting the wintry ground in a gruesome picture of death. “NO!!!”