Beautiful Carnage Novels & Stories

Through the window, I saw many peers of horrible red-glowing eyes staring at me. "Alyssa!" I cried. "Hold on," she said and did this unexpected thing- Alyssa slammed her black Benz against the side of the undead's, causing them to sway off the road. "Yeah!" Cammie cheered. "That's what I'm talking about!" But the red one bummed us from behind with a loud thump. We jolted forward. I heard Cammie swear something in Russian. Alyssa punched on the gas and swerved hard onto another street and then hauled up the bridge. The sports cars followed suit. I felt as if we were in a racing tournament.

He had had his life in front of him and it had been taken so easily… “What do you want done with Zidane and his men?” Rafael asked. “Toss them in the cavern and burn them.” Scarlett said coldly, not an ounce of remorse within her. They had made their bed of choice, so they could now lay in it. The four left the cavern together, Rafael dragging the last survivor of Zidane’s men from the cavern along with them. They didn’t stop until they reached a horrifying scene making them freeze. Blood and torn bodies covered the floor for metres around. Scarlett’s heart hammered as she saw even wolf limbs lying around. Whatever had killed them had been so fast that they hadn't even been able to shift bac

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.

The room was painted in a grotesque tableau, a horrific testament to the crown prince's unyielding resolve. The sound of steel against flesh echoed through the chamber, a grisly symphony that seemed to reverberate in the very bones of those who bore witness. Intestines spilled onto the cold, unforgiving floor, a visceral reminder of the price paid for treachery. It was a sight that would haunt the nightmares of those who survived, a gruesome tableau etched into their memories.

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.

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.

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.