Carnage Black White And Blood Novels & Stories

“We’re coming for you.” In a quick flash, the hand pushed through the glass as if it was a corporeal thing and its entire horrific body appeared in my vision. It body just as twisted and ghostly white as the last time I saw it in the gas station. Teeth so long it could crush any bone in my body without a fight, and dripping with the black liquid I was sure now was its own blood. The dim light flickered once, and snuffed out like a candle. Sending us into impossible darkness.

While the men on black enter theirs and start it and it was their car was giving a lovable sound General's car was the first car to drive on, then men on black's car after it, and then other armored soldier's cars at their back. The men on black's car were seen to be very nice, as the wheels rotates like it moving backward, and it is very fast as they overtake the general's car. And boom.... running down to the city of Vanguard. where they will use the werewolves' blood to do whatever they want or use it to create mutant beings like men on black.

Blood is pouring from the wound, but the blood has turned black, resembling tar and the smell has Ace and me on the brink of blowing chunks. If that wasn’t bad enough, the words ‘see you soon’ have been carved into his chest and I know immediately who the message was intended for. Black tar-like blood is pouring from the poor man’s mouth, eyes, nose, and ears and even though he’s dead, there’s nothing peaceful here. His face is contorted in unimaginable pain. Whatever was done to him, it was clearly a slow and agonising death.

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.

Matrix’s POV The wardline pulsed behind me, low and steady, like a second heartbeat I didn’t want. I spat blood into the gorse and watched it bead bright in the rain before the mud swallowed it. Shoulder burned, thigh leaking, nose broken. Every breath whistled. Silver’s blade had kissed deep enough to hum. I’d bled across three continents for less cause, but she always made it personal.

The battlefield stank of blood and salt. The last rogue wolf collapsed at Damien’s feet, its body shifting back into a twisted, lifeless form. Felix wiped crimson from his mouth with the back of his hand, his sharp eyes scanning the carnage. Naomi clung to her mate, trembling but alive, her siren’s glow dimming as his protective aura steadied her. The pack stood in stunned silence, the weight of what they had just faced sinking in. The unnatural creatures,

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

Bloody. The line up of the men in black was a gunt of a sight. No matter how one will see the situation was such a funny thing. They were ferocious with a reason, yet they freeze to move the moment the darkness lifted like a weeds in the farm field. Or was it the whole City? Whatever the certainty, the scene was so bloody. As darkness lifted, the bloody cops turn into a pieces of gore. Their flesh and blood color the surface that once dry and dead as ash. It was such a glorious sight for one who overseer the bloody war.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

His hair was dirty and unkempt. Beside him sat an even older man. It was…my dad? What was he doing there? I found myself stepping closer without realizing it. My dad looked older than he had three years ago. His hair was completely white and unkempt. He held a dirty rag in his hand, wiping the windows of parked cars as they passed. "Sir, let me clean your window. Just a little for something to eat…" The car owner waved him off in disgust. "Go away! Don't dirty my car!"