Carnage Kabuto Novels & Stories

he commanded and started walking towards the nearest of the bodies, a large man in iron-studded leather armor with a broadsword under his palm. Squatting next to the man, he placed a hand on his back. He dropped his head in relief when he felt the man's chest rise and fall. "He's breathing," he called back to those gathered. He turned the man over so his face was no longer hidden and stared at him. A red beard covered his face and grew down his chest, braided at the end in an ancient style. Brodi could remember his father wearing his the same way. His face was covered in mud as were his armor and leather leggings. "They have all traveled," Finn said, coming up and standing next to him. "They

Ganzorig was much taller than the average Salamander. His hair was in a top knot and he had a long thin nose that was aquiline and raptorlike. His skin was bronzed while his eyes, always half-open, belied his violent nature. He wore chain mail on his huge arms and steel gauntlets on his hands; wide chains crisscrossed his bare chest. This was the trademark attire of the Kanebori-shu or Gold-diggers. They were fire Slayers lured from distant regions by the gold rush, renowned for their skill in demolitions and explosives like nitroglycerine. Many of them had been recruited by the Khaganate to become siege-engineers and sappers in wartime.

The silhouette of the five Oni warriors was revealed by the cascading water. "Now!" Kenji shouted. [The Syntax Error] Sebastian moved. He didn't have armor, but he had momentum. He slid across the wet floor, dodging a glowing katana blade by an inch. He grabbed a discarded stun baton from a guard post. CRACK. He slammed it into the knee of the first Oni. The cyborg screamed—a digital, glitching sound. Jack opened fire. BOOM. BOOM. The slugs hit the second Oni, shattering its stealth generator. It sparked and materialized fully, falling to the ground.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

In the center of the gravel courtyard, standing before the massive torii gate that marked the entrance to the inner sanctum, was a garrison of thirty Kurogane enforcers. These men weren't wearing the street clothes of Shinjuku or the indigo tunics of the Shadow-Weavers. They were dressed in traditional, heavy iron armor that resembled the gear of the ancient samurai, their faces covered in black iron plates that were shaped into the likeness of snarling wolves, their hands holding long, silver-tipped naginatas traditional polearms that fired high-frequency electrical currents along the steel blades. Standing in front of the garrison, his long black hair tied back in a traditional topknot, hi

The dark core also exploded. Apprentice Cultivatorao is covered on this weird Nebula Elite Cultivatoranctuary body, because of this weird Nebula Elite Cultivatoranctuary, covered with jet-black fur. The core of the water system fell down and absorbed the blood. The wood core system falls down, merging the bones. Earth core system falls down, merges with ethereal body. The core metal system fell, merging with the nail. The Fire Elemental Core fell and merged with his eyes.

The weapons the ancient world would not be the massive armored steel shell of the cyborgs fast enough penetrate. The iris of his eyes shone in a toxic, burning green. The Black claws broke out of his fingertips. The Beast and the Commander finally merged into a single, unstoppable Killing machine. With an ear-powdering boar, Kael came out and jumped directly into the deadly crossfire of the machines.

Because of that, the two of us reached Kuzan. Kuzan raised his head and shot both of us with a look of wonder. His usual hairstyle was that of a formal hairstyle, sleek long hair brushed backwards with a platinum headpiece filling his forehead. His hairstyle prevented him from letting even a drop of tears to flow down his cheeks, despite the tears had already welling his red eyelids. I went in bravely for a bear hug, which caught Kuzan by surprise. Fortunately, Clairmont lessened the corporal damage by also throwing his arms around both me and Kuzan.

‎ ‎From the roof of the mansion, figures rappelled down on black ropes. ‎ ‎Vargo’s elites. They wore full-body tactical armor and carried weapons that looked like nightmares. ‎ ‎Flamethrowers. ‎ ‎"Scatter!" I projected the command to the pack. ‎ ‎A jet of liquid fire erupted from the lead soldier’s weapon. It engulfed a Rogue warrior. He screamed, shifting back to human form as he burned alive. ‎ ‎My vision went red. ‎ ‎No mercy, I thought. ‎ ‎I charged the flamethrower unit. I dodged the stream of fire, feeling the heat singe my whiskers. I clamped my jaws around the fuel tank on his back.

—low-tech, thermally-inert cloaks designed by the Krauser Kartel specifically for close-quarters ambush. The ambush was a masterclass in "Old Guard" brutality. Don Krauser stepped out of the shadows, his presence a physical weight. Before the commandos could even raise their weapons, Charles and Baron struck from the flanks. It wasn't a fight; it was a liquidation. The commandos, despite their "Sovereign-grade" armor, were overwhelmed by the raw, visceral power of the veterans.