Carnage Comic Novels & Stories

--- Inside the main workshop. Twisted bodies convulsed, clinging to rafters, nails grown into hooked iron. Blood leaked from their eyes, mouths and chests. Their screams were a rasping hybrid of human and animal. Lucien extended a hand; blood energy radiated from him and formed a red shield around Evelyn. “You can’t kill these with ordinary rounds. Only fire will do.” His voice was hoarse. Evelyn nodded, drew the flame nozzle from her sidearm, and pulled the trigger. A ribbon of blue plasma swept out, devouring the creatures in a sea of fire.

A brigade exited the cemetery and came this way, a string of equally armored cars. We were in the middle of a war. Cato turned to me, giving me a look so cold there were shards of ice in his gaze. His jaw was clenched with the same tightness as his fists, and he looked so livid, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He couldn’t decide how he wanted to kill me—if he wanted to strangle me or shoot me. “You aren’t as clever as you think you are.” He stepped out of the car.

There was nothing in sight as the area was sparse. While we were still observing the area... " Get in the truck now! " Another instruction landed and only then did we realize that there was indeed a truck in front of us. Obediently... We did as we were told and got on the truck... Some of the girl's proved stubborn and tried to escape, but were shot dead right in front of us... Of the girl's was Cassandra who had lost her twin. Watching her lying dead among the three other bodies I sighed. At that point... I didn't know what to think.

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.

Tomorrow would bring more problems. She doubted sleep would come, but she followed him anyway. In the bedroom, she stripped out of clothes reeking of smoke and gunpowder and collapsed into bed, feeling detached from her own body. Damien joined her and held her in silence while her mind replayed the gunshot over and over. Eventually, exhaustion dragged her under. Just before sleep claimed her, her phone buzzed. The message made her blood run cold. You just started a war you can’t win. The Calabrese family sends their regards.

The war’s last gasp was louder than expected, and messier—like all endings, maybe, but Xander and Carolina had expected something cleaner, a finality punctuated with banners and a city-wide kiss. Instead, there was only the collapse: barricades overrun, the sour tang of plasma and melted glass, bluebell smoke like a fog over everything. Xander’s knife was lost in the scrum; he came out with both hands raw and an eyebrow swelling purple, but his grin staggered from side to side, undiluted.

His everything. Dinner turned into pure torture. We ordered takeout and ate it in the living room, but the space between us felt charged like a live wire. Kael kept looking at me with those stormy gray eyes, his gaze lingering on my lips, my cleavage, and the way I kept shifting restlessly on the cushion. He had changed into a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and showed off his tattoos, paired with those low-hanging shorts that did nothing to hide the thick bulge I had felt earlier. Every time he leaned forward to grab another slice of pizza, his arm brushed against mine and sent fresh waves of arousal rushing through me. I could smell him clearly, that mix of clean

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.

Liam's words echoed in Carrington's ears, a reminder of the light he had forsaken in his pursuit of power. As their final confrontation reached its zenith, Carrington effortlessly overpowered Liam and grabbed him around the neck, choking him. “I can easily rupture you into two. However, I want to cause your head to explode, for you to feel every pain there is to feel.” In the aftermath of the cataclysmic battle, the room was filled with an eerie silence. The lifeless bodies of Clyde, Emma, and the Nashgur lay scattered, their blood mingling together, a poignant symbol of the tragedy that had unfolded.

I hastily opened the car door and stumbled out, still feeling groggy from the mid-afternoon nap I had taken. "What's happening?" I asked, scanning the garage for any signs of danger. "On my way to the garage, I saw a lot of dead bodies outside the gate. I think we were attacked," Carter said, unsheathing his sword from his waist. Together, we made our way out of the garage, stepping into the warm sunlight that kissed our skin. My steps weakened as I took in the sight before me. The courtyard was splattered with droplets of blood, and the lifeless bodies of my warriors were scattered across the ground.