Carnage Kabuto Novels & Stories

"And nothing Azura.. at that moment you were gone and I went into sleep. That's what happens when we loose the one we are guarding, or they loose their magic. We die temporarily, till another magic being is born for us to bond with. I have no idea what happened after all these years... Next time I woke up, was a few hours ago..when u were ready to burn the school down. I guess when your power died, I died with it. And I woke with it." "But why now? After all these years?. How did I survive the car accident? Why did my powers die...how come my appearance changed? How did I get here? Why did it come back now after all these years?" "I don't have answers to all these questions. But I hope we fi

"No, this is not happening," Ejima panted and watched in horror as Kachi and his men, lifted Bozo out of the pit and placed him on the dusty floor. She trotted towards their direction and rested Bozo's head on her lap, using her free hand to add pressure on his wounded chest. It would have been worse, but his metallic armor had prevented some damage. "I will do it all over," Bozo coughed and blood dribbled out of his mouth. His brown eyes had lost their grandness, mixed now with tears and regrets.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.

"It's an model attempted by Luminescent in the attempt to create their own firearms after observing battles during WWI. It has been made and used in the 50s before being discontinued. Unlike regular firearms, the ammo is your chi and the amount put into it determines firepower and lethality. These guys used a model that hasn't been used in decades and they got the low quality type." "They look like mercenaries" Kazuha looked at a brand on their bodies after she ripped the sleeves of all of their shirts. She is indifferent to what is in front of her. "The red robin brand. A mercenary insignia I once saw as a child. I knew it. The Shizuka family contracted them to kidnap me, again." Kurai is s

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

The shockwave of the roar was too strong, and even from far away Jimboy still feels the pressure from it “Jimboy!”- John Carl taking advantage of the opening of the Tank after the roar, John Carl rushes to its back and slice its heels *swosh!* he is not finished, he draws something out from his bag! a similar dagger can be seen on his left, and he used it to cut deeper the heels of the Tank(2) John Carl has an extra skeleton dagger in him! it was successfully cutting the heels of the Tank but to his surprise, the wounds he inflicts was already healed!

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

The suddenly paralyzed cyborgs crumbled to the ground while wearing looks of surprise and confusion. With more of her long, dark hair escaped from the confines of her day old braid than was neatly folded in it and her eyes mirroring her anger, fear, and horror, Kendra resembled a wild woman as she rushed toward the final cyborg. Her warrior’s scream filled the air as she lept onto his back and drove her knife deep into the base of his neck. He struggled to reach around and pull her from him, but Ari was quick to join in and pierce the back of his neck with her knife as well.