Carnage Island Novels & Stories

“ Actually Taz I’m his girl “ she says , then places her hand on my chest. Looking up at me like an innocent little flirt. “ Shit Carnage I didn’t know you had dibs on this one , damn man you get all the hot ones “ he shouts loudly , not because he means to but because he was drunk off of his ass. It catches people's attention and they start looking at us. “ Carnage doesn't have girlfriends “ a girl states coming up besides us, I look to see who it is and nearly roll my eyes. Jasmine, a girl I have messed with a few times and a first class bitch. She has hinted at wanting more with me many times and I always shut it down. She has offered me allsorts to put a ring on her finger , she always w

"Uh… yes, sir!" The captain wiped away his sweat and held up his walkie-talkie. He instructed loudly, "Listen to my command, all of you! The target is that nameless island. Hit it with everything you've got, and wipe out the Malian navy!" There was a series of explosions as thousands of balls of fire arced into the sky. The entire Malian navy, including Jaymes, began cursing Sebastian in despair. However, their curses stopped abruptly after just a few seconds.

If Markus is the problem that I think he is, then what has he promised them? I hear a rustling at the French doors that open off this room to the back of the packhouse. I walk over, opening the door and find my little sprite friends. “What are you doing here?” I ask them. “Lady Guardian Reagan, are we happy to see you,” Firo says. “Come in. What’s wrong?” I ask them. “We heard them,” Petal says. “Talking about you,” Mango continues. “That you killed someone.” “That nasty woman.” “They’re going to tell lies.”

"And because of that, you were sent away." "Right," I sighed. "I was sent to Tenerbris Island." I continued, trying to keep my voice calm. "It was a specially made island for omega’s. The whole purpose of the island was to see who was the best candidate for reproduction. There it is kill or be killed. " Now that the words were flowing, so were the memories. The bloody sand that remained stained, leaving memories of what happened. The horror in my opponents' eyes as they slowly bled to death while I watched.

“I am giving The Syndicate the exact location of the Sentinel Master Key. I am making myself the ultimate target. DeWitt is coming for the Key, Elias is coming for me. We set the trap on Curaçao. We capture DeWitt, and we secure Elias. Protocol 7 ends now, on my terms.” Kian simply nodded, his eyes fixed on the Master Key. “It’s the only way to catch a ghost, Julian. We have to become the brightest light they can see.” Julian had transformed from the Asset into the Bait, forcing the final, deadly confrontation. The island of Curaçao, famous for its pastel-colored Dutch colonial architecture and isolated, high-end resorts, became Julian Thorne’s operational theater. The acquisition of the def

the slightly taller one said showing the way, the two men in black from the van grabbed their luggage and packed it in the car. Don Leo and his family were sandwiched between the two attendants who opened the door for them, once they were comfortable they locked it and hopped onto a smaller vehicle that looked like a golf cart and it slowly followed the van. Maria and Lilian were perplexed inside the car, it looked like they were abroad when indeed they were in fort canon city. The island was a virgin of war, a number of people were sunbathing in the ocean shore, tiki bars were serving drinks, traditional dances and games such as soccer and volleyball, children merry go rounds, swimming, oth

"If he dies, I will burn everything you have built. I will turn your tower to dust. I will hunt down every client you have ever saved and butcher them. I will kill your family, then after I'm done, I'll specifically burn you alive." He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "But if you save him...I will give you the world. Money. Power. An army. Whatever The Viper desires." I held his gaze. I wasn't afraid of his threats. I was empty inside. "I don't want the world, Mr. Rinaldi," I whispered. "I just want to be left alone." *** We landed on an island that didn't exist on any map. The Isola della Morte. It looked like a gothic nightmare rising from the Atlantic. Jagged black cliffs, stormy waves

CATALINA “What’s the name of the island?” I curiously asked as Abby and I paved the beautiful and comfortable road heading to the school. According to her, it's a walking distance from the village. “Isle of Marci.” Isle of Marci. Coming from Dante’s family name. I inhaled the cool air that gave me comfort. There is greenery everywhere, it’s so pure and fresh. Green paddy plants and colorful flowers blossomed around, bestowing scenic beauty to the road as if someone had spread colorful carpets alongside the road.

"Is that how people describe us now?" "I mean, after the satellite hacking, the gala explosion, and the stolen Vatican files-yes. You're practically folklore." Inez muttered, "Great. We're myths now." Carys grinned and drove off-road into the dense scrubland. --- The island wasn't on any map. But the facility was real. Carved into the side of a hill, it looked abandoned - vines overgrowing the gate, rust on the entry panel. But when Inez pressed her palm to the old security pad, a light flickered green.

“The main thriving business of the Cato clan, they own an island in Italy where only high-profile persons with exclusive passes can get in and enjoy the privileges offered. Everything could be found in there. Drugs, gambling, prostitutes, pit fights, auctions, and many others.” My forehead creased as Callan told me about something I didn’t know could exist at all. An entire island run by a mafia boss. Anybody can do any illegal activities that bring pleasure. For those who had the money, time, and distorted life that could exactly be the epitome of paradise. “Have you been there?” I whispered in return. Callan looked at me, studying the gentle movements of my lips as soon as I asked him that