Beautiful Carnage Novels & Stories

Stephanie cried. Andrea’s face was bright red with embarrassment. “Stephanie … sorry… something’s wrong… can’t help it!” she gasped as she convulsed with another orgasm. This in turn caused her arousal to ratchet up another notch. In her delirium she tore off her panties and flung her legs wide.

He looked down coldly, taking control of the situation. There was no room for her to back out now; she had come to him and there would be no regrets. Damien pressed her against the door. The pristine white wedding dress, originally meant for Marcus, was now being torn apart by his uncle, creating a forbidden bond that brought an intense allure to both of them. The overwhelming sensation made them indulge in the thrill they brought each other,one passionate, the other fervent. Their bodies moved together with an unspoken harmony. ... By dawn, the room was filled with a chaotic mix of scents. As Damien put his clothes back on, his bare back revealed several deep nail scratches.

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

A scream rose to my throat, but I clamped a hand over my mouth. Bodies. So many of them. Ripped apart like rag dolls. Mangled limbs strewn carelessly across the earth like broken branches after a storm. Pools of blood shimmered under streaks of light, and as I stumbled back, I slipped, my boots skidding through wet crimson. God. I swallowed, bile rising in my throat. My breath came in shudders, but I forced my legs to move again. Past the carnage. Past the ruined souls. “Cade…” I whispered hoarsely. “Cade…”

Scarlett whimpered, stumbling back, but Seraphina didn’t let up. Another snarl. Another pounce. This time, she sank her teeth into Scarlett’s hind leg, shaking her like a rag doll before slamming her into the ground. The sound of bones cracking echoed through the battlefield. Scarlett whimpered again, her once-confident stance now weak and trembling. Blood poured from her wounds, soaking into the dirt beneath her. But Seraphina wasn't done. She moved like a ghostly predator, precise and merciless. Growls filled the night, the scent of anger, blood, and death thick in the air as Seraphina pounced again, claws digging deep into Scarlett’s chest. Scarlett barely had time to breathe before Serap

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

ALEXIOS The car door flew open and I watched as my mother and Fiona paced onwards. My name as being yelled. Although, all I could hear was white noise. My eyes were fixated on Fiona. She gave me a knowing look. Perhaps it was all in my head but the glow in those eyes had darkened. I saw guilt in those dark irises. Fiona rushed to my side, her hands were firmly placed against my head to stop the bleeding. She was crying. So was my mother. The world died in front of me before burning alight again. With the alien strength that arose within me, I pushed Fiona away from my line of sight. Pack members of the Nightshade pack were now battling with the reanimated corpse. Their goal seemed to be to f

Useless. Auren lit up the sky with spears of celestial flame, slicing through armor like it was tissue paper. I moved with shadows and smoke, slashing through wolves like a damn wraith with rage issues. One tried to stab me. I bit his fucking throat out. Another aimed for Auren’s wing. The angel disintegrated him with a light blast that left nothing but boots. It was carnage. Beautiful, blazing, brutal carnage. Within minutes, they were done. Bodies lay twitching. Blood smoked in the dirt. A couple were still breathing, but barely.

Time seemed to slow as the world held its breath, witnessing the clash between two extraordinary beings. The impact was swift and brutal, a collision of flesh and fury. Selena's razor-sharp claws tore through the layers of Sangre's chest with a sickening sound, leaving behind a visceral mark—a four-fingered imprint of pain and destruction. Blood spurted from the fresh wound, staining the pristine fur and mingling with the air in a crimson haze.

The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, and my heart pounded in my ears, each beat a resonant drum of war and destruction. When I finally emerged into the grand hall, the sight that met my eyes was something out of a nightmare. The once magnificent room was now a grotesque canvas of carnage. Bodies of vampires and wolves alike were strewn across the floor, some dismembered, others with throats savagely torn out. Blood painted the walls and floors in a macabre tapestry, the once grand chandeliers casting eerie shadows over the lifeless forms.