Carnage Deku Novels & Stories

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

Cursing I got back up and watched in horror, as Prez, Knives and the others returned to the fight. “PREZ!” I didn’t even realize I was screaming until I hear the sound of my own voice echoing in the car. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach at seeing his retreating back and for a split second, I felt betrayed and horrified in equal measures... “They’ll be fine,” I heard Jinx say in a soothing tone – a tone I wanted to strangle him with at the moment. I wanted to scream and shout at him to stop the car and turn back. But a loud groan made me shut my mouth. On the other side of the car lay a heavily bleeding Decker – a prospect that worked part-time at the metal shop. He’d been shot...

My stomach dropped. "Several captains are already fighting over territory." Another page slid toward me. Photographs. Crime scene images. Burned warehouses. Dead men. "Three have declared independence." Another photograph. Another corpse. "Two are negotiating with Kane." Cold flooded my veins. Kane. Again. Always Kane. I looked up. Slowly. "And what exactly does this have to do with me?" For the first time, Lorenzo smiled. Barely. The kind of smile that never reached his eyes.

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.

DOMINUS MARUTO If those shit-faced twins hadn’t interrupted the blood ritual, it would have been completed before Deklan stormed in to snatch Cedar. Their roar had triggered something in her, provoking her inner strength to slip free. That's why I made a last minute decision to accomplish my mission by another means.

I took out my Karambit and turned it over in my hand. “This is a Karambit, Mike, it’s double bladed. Beautiful, isn’t it?” I showed him the knife and moved in behind him. “You might want to move your feet, Carl. Arterial spray travels quite a distance,” I said as I pulled Mike’s head back by his hair. Carl looked at me and then at his feet. He moved his feet to the couch and continued reading the paper. “You chose the wrong house, Mike, and you hurt my wife. You need to die for that,” I whispered in his ear and he tried to scream again. I sliced his neck open with the Karambit and let his head fall forward onto his chest.

Lucas was driving his bike happily because there are no bodyguards following them, feeling free he didn't notice a car swerved around a corner and it hit him, an explosion occur. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The undead general asked. "I, Dewi Sari Kencana. The enemy of king Kala Karna! And friend of Arya Santanu!" Dewi Sari Kencana smiled. Suddenly from the back of the undead army, one by one they were reduced to ashes, along with their horses that had become undead. Some of the undead warriors were confused by the sudden attack. "Red flame burst technique!" BRAR!!! Red flames spurted from Arya Santanu's mouth. The explosion was so big that it burned several undead troops.

I growled, knowing he was wasting time. “Squish, pissy fleabag!” Devin let out a guttural snarl as he ripped the last rogue open, tearing muscle and bone apart with his bare claws. His sturdy chest heaved as blood splashed over him, trickling down his bare skin. Bodies piled. Blood pooled. Rivals pulverized. Nude warriors began hauling dead rogues to a heap for on-the-spot cremation. The gruesome sight evoked mixed feelings: pride, but also dread.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.