Beautiful Carnage Novels & Stories

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.

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!!!”

Chapter 144: A Fragile Alliance Killian’s POV Howls, snarls, and the distant rumble of crumbling ruins filled the battlefield like a wild symphony. As wounded wolves hobbled away from the slaughter, blood smeared the ground and the metallic flavor was strong in the air. The triumph seemed hollow, even with the flickering flames lighting up the ruins of our labor. Veyron was gone, but his devastation was still there, fresh and festering like an open sore.

Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny. The form became more vivid as the lifeless colours brought life in the painting. And then, like a gentle stroke of a fine paintbrush on the canvas, an obnoxiously metallic smell of blood wafted in my nostrils. Blood! The colours swirled and turned into something more vivid. I could see the form clearly now. I scrunched up my nose as the smell of fresh blood became more intense, almost unbearable. I walked to the figure through the blur and hollow, my instinct telling me to stop.

But it was all too late. She will become his obsession. His want. His need. The hell would freeze before he would let her go. And if anyone dared to take his Hoor away from him. There will be... CARNAGE. She will become his beautiful destruction.

Explode. The canyon echoed with the rhythmic, deafening destruction of the ancient vanguard obliterating the front ranks of the nightmare. The valley floor was quickly covered in a thick layer of crushed gray gravel, the remnants of a hundred feral entities erased from existence in a matter of minutes. A mile back, standing on a high, safe ledge overlooking the carnage, the leader of the blood-born watched the slaughter.

Carlos boldly said to him with his words, and the growling in his back increase. "...Like just look at you." Carlos said, and points his flashlight from Carnage's knee to his head. "...You look like a walking dead. One side of your hands is bigger than the other, saliva is dripping from your mouth like a stray dog, and your half of your fur are already peel. Damn! You are disgusting, and you are probably the most horrifying werewolf i have seen in my lifetime, and i have seen a lot." Carlos said, and his words provoked, and fill Carnage with rage. "...You dare point that device on my face, and insult ME?" Carnage yell at Carlos. "...Yes! I just did." Carlos confidently said to him.

I can’t believe that despite everything I’d tried to do to prevent this we had still arrived at this moment. They clashed and it sounded like a clap of thunder. I flinched back at the sound of two heavy bodies colliding together. I wanted to look okay but I couldn’t tear my gaze from them, I couldn’t help but watch. They were both glorious in their own right. Both gloriously covered in blood, one from torture and from killing his enemies, the other from betrayal. Both were extremely beautiful. Standing there on the battlefield, arms glistening under the sun, muscles flexing, they looked like a renaissance painting.

His lifeless eyes, his severed head, his half chewed face…I look at everything and I know it instantly that this is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. ‘ Turn around and come back. ’ Cain forces his way in my mind and I shake my head, looking back to find his huge black wolf fighting the remaining hunters who refuse to retreat. His red glowing eyes meet my own for a moment and I completely make it out of the hazy state. I detach my eyes from his red glowing eyes and look at the bodies piled up in my way. The severed arms, chewed flesh, detached limbs and heads, blood flowing like an untamed river and seeping into the ground…My feet grow weak when I look at the massacre I have caused.

Dust and smoke swirled around us, clinging to everything, painting the desert in streaks of gray and red. I screamed again, clutching Peculiar tightly, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. “Stay down! Stay down!” I yelled. Some of the men from the other team were down already, sprawled across the asphalt, blood pooling beneath them. Others fell as Croft’s security retaliated, bullets striking men in black suits with brutal precision. The smell of gunpowder mixed with dust and blood, making my stomach twist violently. Lucy swerved again, narrowly missing a figure thrown into the road by a bullet. “Get down! Get down!” she shouted, eyes wide, her hands trembling on the whee