Carnage Comic Novels & Stories

I initially thought my teammates would welcome me, and my wife would hug me, but instead, the vehicle's door was firmly locked. Roars belonging to high-tier zombies came from every direction. Overhead, micro drones trained their cams on me, showing the camp's survivors how wounded and in despair I was. Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse.

Carmen nodded but before she moved, she reached out and covered Ann with a white cloth. She might not have died the death of a warrior but she should be buried like one. The white shawl on her face was covered just like a glorified warrior. “Let's go.” Carmen said after she was done. Silver cloaked us in his aura, and dragged us into the room. The suffocating battle that seemed like it obliterated us into our atomic particles just minutes ago now felt like nothing. Clash after clash was so visible in my eyes. The way Lana responded to each defense by Logan was just …something else.

I growled, the sound shook the glass of the chandeliers. The man’s face turned purple. Then he laughed a wet, gurgling sound. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, staining my fingers. Black veins crawled up his neck. And the bastard died smiling. I dropped the corpse. It hit the floor with a thud. Someone inside these walls had just declared war on the Luna. And I would paint the answers in their blood.

The heavy cable attached to the harpoon begins to retract violently, dragging a massive, heavily armored iron war-carriage right through our defensive gates. The iron-plated wheels grind against the stone floor with a screeching metallic wail, crushing the remains of the wooden barricades as if they were made of dry twigs. Sparks shower into the air from the friction, illuminating the grotesque, spiked hull of the war-carriage and the jagged runes carved into its side that channel raw, synthetic dark magic.

The tile floor is covered, and you can see the tiny rivers of blood flowing to the drain underneath Carter’s body. Carter’s upper thighs have been carved up and right above the groin area. He is bleeding out from the deep cuts. “Help me get the bleeding stopped,” I order Jensen. “Capone, call Fox and tell him to meet us at the warehouse. After that, call Alpha to tell him we won’t make it.”

Cain's father admitted, shrugging. As soon as the words had left his lips, the window behind us shattered into a thousand shards of glass. We all ducked and I looked up just in time to see the large black wolf leaping over me and latching its mouth onto Weber's jaw. In one swift and bloody movement, Weber's head was detached from his body and hanging from Cain's mouth. Zak grabbed me as I saw Cain begin to morph back into a human. Before either of us could blink, Cain stood in front of Zak and head-butted him.

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.

Falcone smirked and uttered Carnage……root out the trouble ! Phoebe asked “Pardon?” Aspan eyes widened and looked at Falcone.

The neighbor curled his lip. “You seemed like a sensible sort earlier, but why are you taking sides with family now rather than standing up for what’s right? Everyone around here knows by now. It’s bad enough that your cousin has been the adulterer, but for him to turn up and smash someone’s car? He even got his own father so angry that the old man ended up in the hospital!”

He looked up at Marcus through tear-blurred eyes, seeing the man’s hand raised high, his claws gleaming in the bathroom light. “Please,” Carter whispered. “I didn’t kill your wife. I didn’t kill your son. I’m not… I’m not your enemy… You don’t have any reason to—” “You’re HUMAN!” Marcus screamed and brought his claws down to make the final killing strike. “And that is reason enough!” Carter threw his arms up to protect his face, and the claws ripped through his forearms instead. Pain like nothing he’d ever felt in his life exploded through his body. He could feel his skin getting ripped apart, the muscle tearing, blood pouring hot and fast down both his arms.