Carnage Deku Novels & Stories

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV The heavy metal doors were smashed down with a loud bang as Dante drove the Bugatti right through them, fucking ruining them in the process. I guess I should have planned better and driven an SUV. Now we didn’t need to be stealthy; he knows I'm here, and he knows I'm after him.

I'm pushed away so hard and I stumble on top of Dee on the ground. The gunshot roars. CJ falls on his knees. His white shirt is stained with blood... Bloody blood.... ^^^^^^^

Then the door to the warehouse swung open. Decker Kane, the Reaper King, stood at the entrance with his skull mask on and his hand through a person's scalp with his fingers pushing out of their eye sockets. A wet, sucking sound echoed as Decker ripped his hand free, the body crumpling down to the floor. He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears.

so Jeanne, Ritsuka, Mashu, Jack, Amanda Scratch, Oliver, Olivia, Roxy, Monty & I got on Oberon and headed back to the hideout. Back at the Friendly Strangers Hideout Karuji turned around and saw me on Oberon “guys Arnold is back” he shouted Funabi, Darkchromus, Sanazo & Matthias saw me on Oberon” my group and I jump off Oberon and he morph back to servant form “are you alright Oberon?” I asked him “yes I was a pretty dizzy” he said “it’s okay if you take a break its go for it” I said “thanks Arnold” said Oberon “Karuji any luck on the Mane Six, Sunset, Starlight & Bronyium?” I asked “they said that they got 45% of the Parastic Fault” he said “that’s good to hear” I said suddenly the hideout

I ask in a challenge. Ethan grins, then points his arm straight to his left without breaking eye contact. “Wanna bet?” he asks, eyebrow quirking in a challenge, as my eyes land on the shooting game he just pointed at. “Loser buys snacks.” I bark out a harsh laugh. “Oh, you are so on! There are many things I’m good at, but it appears killing zombies isn’t one of them. In the end, Ethan wins and I whine all the way to the snack bar.

kumara says getting down from the caravan to get enough air ,he was breathing like he was going to pass out . "Why stop here kumara,just keep going until we get to the pack at once" i say in the tone of a little girl ,somewhere in the heat of this chase i think i lost the alpha in me ,as a result of so much fear ,i don't want to die being eaten up like a snack by zombies , but good thing I'm not the only one caught up with so much fear and panic right now ,i turn sideways taking a look at the other warriors ,they were barely breathing ,even gorilla has passed out already, lying on his chest like a dead man . "We are safe here for now kumara replied ,the zombies can't step outside the dark

Then she charged at Kariya sword drawn. She used the sword and pushed Kariya back as they clashed. Kariya smiled then activated the Power sword breaking Dejon’s sword. Then he use a move called Devastation which released a huge meteor from the sky. “Spirit Gun.” Said Dejon then she fired a Spirit Gun that put a hole in the meteor, but it kept coming toward her. “You tried and failed, now you die.” Said Kariya with a smile. “He’s right if that rock hits me it will hurt bad.” Dejon said to herself.

He did not expect his car to be destroyed in just a blink of an eye. He only got the car recently and now it was turned into a pile of scraps, damaged beyond repairs. Cetus wanted to strangle Kaze with his own hands. It also took the supercar club members a while to realize that Cetus’ car was destroyed due to the sheer number of supercars outside. They were all speechless looking at the pile of scraps. “What happened?” Darcy asked. Kaze shrugged and said, “What do you mean? I guess it was a mistake?”

Lucien smiled faintly. “Then let the blood decide.” Their hands tightened together. A surge of light erupted red, white, and black intertwined—obliterating everything in its path.

My shoulders straighten anyway. “Even now you are alive,” I say to myself. “That must count for something.” Once I get out of the house, the small hallway is stenched with old cooking oil and mildew. My neighbour, Carmen, opens her door even as I pass by. When people expect bad news, they look at one with a concerned face, which is what she does. “Oh, Drina,” she says, in a low voice. “Did you not hear the sirens last night?”