Carnage Black White And Blood Novels & Stories

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

Fear succumbed her whole body making her unable to move. "N-no! I am not the cure! Stay away from me! No!!!" That was the last words were heard by her as the people started tearing her skin making her blood ooze out non-stop. With such strength by numerous people attacking her, they managed to tear apart her limbs without difficulty. There are some people who had seen this soul-taking scene and managed to ran away fast. They were scared that these people might get them.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

My harsh breathing withers away, and I fall slack against meaty arms. No. No… I try to kick, but my limbs don’t move. Soon enough, darkness swallows me whole. ---- ETHAN's POV I barge out of the car before it fully stops moving. The scene before me is a battlefield. A few men lie on the ground, their blood forming pools on the filthy asphalt. Others are hiding from the gunfire behind cars. But there’s nothing to hide from. More accurately, we’re late. Fvck. Laye motions for his guards to check the perimeter, and they comply with sharp nods. I remain in place, feet planted solidly on the ground, as my gaze roams the cars and the people left behind, whether alive or with their heads down.

It was fresh blood they were smelling and they couldn’t help but think of the worst. Collin came to the view of the source of the smell of blood, ‘They are asking for it!’ Carl growled when he saw what was in front of them, the Black Moon warriors were covered in blood fighting like their lives depended on it, which it did. On the field right at the border rogues could be seen in numbers, some were already dead and some were fighting the warriors. The annoyance Collin felt when he saw that was unimaginable.

“Way stronger than any rogue I’d faced before.” “I know,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. “It’s like they weren’t even…wolves anymore.” That was when I looked down. The blood on my hands—it wasn’t red. It wasn’t the crimson I was used to, the kind that came with wounds and wars and too many years of violence. No, this was black. Thick. Oily. Like tar. Like rot. I blinked, thinking maybe I was seeing things wrong, but then I saw it on Nolan too. On Ava’s face. On Liam’s claws. On Shane and Jade. All of us. Covered in that black, putrid mess.

"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.

She caught a sob in her throat as she watched one of Willow's arms slip from Garin's grasp, a pale finger dragging across the ground. The white snow was splattered with blood, a grotesque mosaic of death. Bodies littered the ground as the snow continued to fall, heavy and silent. Fallen wolves were shifting quickly, their fur slipping away to exposed skin. Dead hunters lay torn in shreds their sticky blood frozen into macabre streams.

But it pulsed from my veins, from the mark on my thigh, from the base of my spine up through my chest. “Stand back,” I said. Kane didn’t move. “Ivy…” But the scream of wind cut him off. They came fast. Five of them. Cloaked in black, eyes red as dying embers, moving like water and smoke and death. Our warriors met them halfway, fangs and steel, fury and claws. But they weren’t strong enough. Not yet. One Bloodborne leapt through, landing in the center of the field where I stood. He snarled. His body shimmered with magic that felt like rotted earth and burnt bone.

Blood gushed from the wound, and it crumpled to the ground. The cave reeked of blood and death. My breath came in sharp gasps as I surveyed the carnage. Four down, but the sound of shuffling feet echoed from deeper within the cave. The scent of fresh blood had drawn more of them. I wiped the sweat from my brow, gripping my dagger tighter. My eyes darted to the larger blade half-buried in the blood. I sprinted towards it, yanking it free just as the next wave of Tainted surged forward.