Carnage Deku Novels & Stories

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

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.

I said, smirking at my mate “but I believe that you’re the master of deceit and acting” “What are you referring to this time, Dante?” Aurora asked, frowning in question, before her eyes widened in realization and understanding. A devious smile formed on my mate’s face, and taking her hand in mine, I kissed her knuckle gently, letting my lips linger there for a few seconds. “I believe that we are going to need to play one final game, neonata” I said, looking her in the eye “a last big show, or more specifically, a grand finally”

It was nothing but a weathered sack of muscles when I was done. "I need more, the child craves living blood." My scenes were telling me the herd of deer was long gone and there was nothing else around for the taking. "I don't know if you'd like to do this but back at the mansion there are blood slaves for that soul purpose." "I won't do that. Carden's system is cruel. The fact he got more after all of them left with me is sickening." "And what killing an animal isn't?"

Her thumb hovered over the call button. And then she stopped. Because in her mind, unbidden, came the memory of marble beneath her palms, a body that didn't move, the words "it wasn't supposed to happen" tearing out of her before she even understood what she was saying. She remembered the sound the room made afterward — not silence, exactly, but the absence of every sound a person makes when they're alive. She remembered running. She remembered years of waking up at 3 a.m. with that image behind her eyes.

Then I could be in two places at once. “Yes, sir,” I answered. My face set in its customary expression of full attention and respect, as if saying anything negative about his granddaughter’s first communion celebration was an option. “It was lovely, but not as lovely as Luisa. She beamed.” Carmine smiled, his full cheeks lifting in approval, just before he looked about the room at his men and his features changed. “Enough. Tell us about the jewelry stores.”

, He had felt that shiver since he was so close to her. "Yeah, tots", she lied easily as she gulped down the unwanted lump that was forming in her throat. Soon, he turned to face the television and they chose their anime characters in the game. Kaylee chose a girl with wine-colored hair and Kavinsky chose his normal black-colored hair character. They started fighting in the game and after not even a minute, Kavinsky's character killed Kaylee own. Kaylee glared at him and started the game back herself. They fought again and Kavinsky won. He laughed hysterically and when he saw Kaylee's face, he held back his laughter. He cleared his throat and asked her.

Burney had never made it past a smattering of fluff. "Where's your car?" he asked as soon as he was satisfied I wasn't a Taken. "Gone. We were attacked a few miles back. The others are dead." "Anyone taken?" I shook my head. "All dead." "Do you have any weapons on you?" "No." He ran his curious eyes over me again and nodded. He picked up his his hand held radio. "Hawkeye Bravo, this is Alpha One." "Alpha One, Hawkeye Bravo receiving. Go Ahead."

A tool that worked to pay for its own survival. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the mountain of greasy dishes. Then, I plunged my hands into the freezing water. After I was done, I took out the small notebook I kept hidden in my pocket and carefully wrote down some details. [Senior year. Fainted. Hospital debt: 600.] [Goal: Get out of there.] [Step one: Get into the farthest college possible.]

BARRETT'S POV: I examined my reflection upon the blade of my freshly gleaming sword. My white-misted right eye contrasted greatly to my naturally dark-brown one, on my left side. I had a deep scar running across my face which caused the blindness and left a permanent sneer formed on my lips. I looked hideous. Not due to the scar, it was just how I was born. My cousin however had all the beauty and the women and if that was not enough he caused an additional deformaty for good measure. It wasn't quite like that, if he hadn't slashed my face I would've cut his heart out and forced his wife to be mine and made her produce an abundance of heirs, at least her beauty would've given them a chance.