Carnage Comic Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Carla was in the thick of the fight on the other side of the battle. Her gun was blazing as she led her men with fearless resolve into the fray, her voice hoarse from shouting, "Hold the line! We've bled too much to give up now!" It was a ferocious fight, the product of their shared disdain for one another. As daylight came, streets lay scattered with leftovers of battle-ash, wrecked automobiles, smashed glass panes, blood-splattered pavement-and a city still had all its wounds; and it could already remember to view streets grimly against all this as overnight's carnage spilled on it. Smoky haze emanated from burned automobile hulls and morning air held that burning sensation, sha

The soldier’s rifle discharged once, uselessly, before he was torn in half. "Open fire!" Breach screamed, but it was too late. The room was a blender of absolute carnage. The creatures were impossibly fast, fueled by the Fenris-Rage. Their suppressors were useless. Their plasma rifles were too slow. The creatures weren't fighting; they were feeding. It was a massacre. In his quiet, remote office, Ben Carter was having his own crisis. He was staring at the itemized expense report for the gala, his face pale. He jabbed his desk comm.

Cain stood in the doorway. His black combat uniform was drenched in blood. The chest area was half-dried, but the sleeves were still dripping, rivulets running down the seams of his tactical gloves and dripping onto the floor. His collar was ripped open to the sternum, exposing a blade wound that slashed diagonally from his left shoulder to his right ribs. Flesh peeled back, the edges a vivid, glistening red like a freshly cracked pomegranate. In the deepest section, you could see the muscle fascia underneath. His face was also covered in blood, unwashed, sprayed from his left cheekbone all the way down to his jaw. The blood had dried into a dark crimson crust, making his ice-blue eyes look

’ ‘Then they would faint often and be unable to walk to the point they would be paralyzed. ‘They will stutter then after a few weeks stop talking.’ ‘Red spots like bruises would appear.’ ‘Then eventually, everything will come to an end.’ Carmen caught her head in her hands and laid them on the table. Cody was staring at her with worry and nervousness. Everything was turning around her. She couldn’t see anything and waited until she got her vision back. After a few moments, she stared at her brother behind her blurry eyes. “Carmen, there’s blood coming out of your nose!”her brother yelled, running to her. He shook her shoulders as she looked at him trying to understand what was happening.

Jesus . Her mood continued to sour into disquiet the further she went in. There were things on a few of the printouts Emma wished she hadn’t seen. At one point, the eyes of a werewolf with a bodybuilder physique burned into her from an old woodcut, its jaws embedded in the midsection of a victim dangling from its hand like an hors d’oeuvre. In a black and white photo, a grim line of men in Civil War regalia posed for the camera, the winged corpse of something that resembled a dinosaur stretched out at their feet. Emma’s fingertips began sticking to the pages. She wiped a sleeve across her brow before any of the gathering sweat could slide off her face and smear the ink.

This scene looks like 'the walking dead' on a movies I like that one. "Ah you are an animal" Cardo shrieked, he stabbed them again and again. Regardless of Cardo's age it doesn't matter anyways the blood gushed anywhere as he is having a hard time because he can no longer pull out the knife he used, he just tramples on it. Eww so gross!

When it was activated, the three of them wasted no time and starts firing the enemies with their high-end weapons under the cloud of smoke. The sound of bloodcurdling screams, exploding flesh, bones, and limbs ripped can be heard inside the smoke. Another man who was trying to return their cars never escape from the twin's eyes. Using grenades, Lyric and Leroy throw the bombs at their foes' cars and they explode. Tires, windshields, and other parts of the vehicles were turned to smithereens. The twins exchanged a big grin and applauded when they saw some bodies from the enemies were struck and smashed by the car's parts. When the teargas subsided, under the fire from the exploded cars, indes

What was left was the Cartel. But I lost men, good men. War always had a price and ours was paid with the blood of Rechin, gunned down in front of his establishment as well as Max who died in a car collision. Not only did I lose two of my associates and several of my soldiers, but three of my factories burnt to the ground.

A twisted, broken smile born from the euphoria of carnage. I laughed—raw, manic, something not born from joy but from the carnage I had become. It wasn’t my laugh. It was too jagged, too cruel, echoing with a broken music only madness could compose. It ripped through the battlefield like a siren's wail, sending even the shadows recoiling. It was the laughter of something unhinged, a soul torn apart and stitched back together by blood and fury. I didn't laugh because it was funny. I laughed because I had nothing left. Because I was no longer Henry—I was hunger. I was the end.

Was there an enemy watching them like I was ? The front door opens and a woman walks out , she stops and squints up at the sun. Her hair was a mess, her clothes looked like they had just been thrown on and in her hand was her heels. The walk of shame. Whoever she was , was just coming from an interesting night by the looks of her. Then the door opens behind her and a tall man I recognise comes out , he’s shirtless but has his jeans and boots on. Tattoos cover his full arms and chest all the way up his neck and then stop. His long hair was loose , blonde. I recognise him as Joker , one of Carnage's inner men. He pulls what looks like a cigarette from behind his ear , digs in his pocket and li