Beautiful Carnage Novels & Stories

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

"Look at you, Amelia. You're like a madwoman!" She pointed out the car window. "Do you know where we are? This is where the wolves tore Heidi apart! I'm going to make sure you meet the same fate!" Fear gripped my heart, yet I did not seem to care. Death might even be a relief at this point. "Go to hell!" Mandy flung open the car door and shoved me out. I hit the ground hard, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the sorrow in my heart. Soon, the car's headlights faded into the distance, leaving me engulfed in darkness.

Claw City Park 1500s Kayla is the most beautiful woman to behold, I could look into her alluring eyes and forget the rest of the world existed. I bless the day I met her on the battlefield. The fear that was displayed in her eyes was evident. She faced her near death in the eyes. I had no business involving myself in the war that stirred up in my Park. If their Alpha could be comfortable seeing his park at war with folded hands, I could too.

The room remained silent still, when after what seemed like ages, he pulled the lever, and the body rose with a very quick snap and hung upside down, and the mad wiggled like a fish that has just been taken out of water. The sighs and the murmurs and the muffled cries heightened as the body kept wiggling in the sack, and I watched on, determined to make sure that she paid for what she did to the remains of my sister - even though the sight was too gory to watch. Unexpectedly, a loud blast went of and everyone stooped down until they were sure where the noise had come from. I stood still, curious to now too. It was so easy to trace the source of the noise from the smoke that still puffed fres

Cain's father admitted, shrugging. As soon as the words had left his lips, the window behind us shattered into a thousand shards of glass. We all ducked and I looked up just in time to see the large black wolf leaping over me and latching its mouth onto Weber's jaw. In one swift and bloody movement, Weber's head was detached from his body and hanging from Cain's mouth. Zak grabbed me as I saw Cain begin to morph back into a human. Before either of us could blink, Cain stood in front of Zak and head-butted him.

One moment, the tension rang like a tuning fork in the dusk; the next, the world atomized into gunpowder and teeth. Carolina didn’t think. She let the wolf muscle take over, all snapping limbs and flayed knuckles. She saw Marcus go down, saw Lyra’s knife bloom red at the hollow of an enemy’s throat, saw Sybil’s smile leap from her face as Carolina’s fist broke it wide. The world narrowed to a tunnel, and at its far end, the city howled for closure. At last, in the static hush after the carnage, Carolina pinned Sybil to the ground. Blood slicked the stone under her knees; it was hard to say if it was hers or Sybil’s or the city’s own.

He tore through the mercenaries with a cold, mechanical brutality, his hands becoming lethal weapons that didn't just strike, but shredded. Within minutes, the mountain road was silent again, save for the howling wind and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the frozen earth. Caleb turned back toward the SUV. He was drenched in blood—not his own. His black shirt was plastered to his chest, and his face was splattered with red, making his glowing golden eyes stand out like two suns in a nightmare. He opened the driver-side door and looked down at Scarlett. The sheer, overwhelming violence of what she had just witnessed made her shrink back into her seat. This was the man the novel had promised—th

"Prepare for your new prison, slave." The back door opened, and the witches jumped off the car, making way for four bulky men who lifted the cage with me in it and then carried it out. The rising sun blinded me, and I had to cover my eyes from the light, but as my eyes adjusted to the brightness, my heart stopped. Blood. The ground was painted in a raw-red color that sometimes blended with strokes of dark ashes and black charcoal. Dead bodies of young and old wolves gutted, cut, and ripped to pieces covered every inch of the ground. The four men who carried my cage walked, stomping on the torn flesh of their enemies—the wolves of Crimson Mountain Pack.

I took a deep breath. It smelled like metal and blood and death. The red tint that was threatening the edges of my vision had fully taken over. Everything was a rose tinted masterpiece. Around me were bodies of my carnage. They dropped like flies in the path of flamethrower. It felt so good. All of them were dead. The threat was over. Looking up from the massacre, I saw a few wolves starting to make their way out of the buildings.

This temporary assignment had become a catastrophe of gore and brutality. The earth beneath them was a river of blood, a sucking, crimson mire. Some bodies were so mutilated, so utterly destroyed, there was no way to identify them. I had never seen such carnage. I had read about it in histories from a time before my father, but I had never witnessed it. A Tainted hadn’t been seen in over two thousand years.