Carnage Kabuto Novels & Stories

His blood red petals flew around unpredictably, causing destruction with no recognition of friends or foes. The petals flew around slicing through buildings like they were not even there, so one could clearly imagine the results of what would happen if they came in contact with any human being. Fubuki was keeping them away with his icicles but they were just too much for him to handle: he got a few deep cuts. As powerful as Yamato was, the waves of petals still managed to penetrate through his water barrier and leave him with a few injuries.

* *crush* Without hesitation, Krittin swiftly retaliated, delivering a palm strike that sent one of the wardens crashing into the cave ceiling. The other warden managed to evade the attack and retreated to the cannon platform mounted below the central ceiling of the cave. The AB Cannon on the platform towered above, resembling a pillar-like cannon in Idorund's hands, but this version was colossal, comparable in size to a ten-wheeler truck. The bright streaks along its edges emanated from the glow of the giant Aiolia ore. It was a weapon that Airburst took immense pride in, capable of decimating an entire landscape with a single shot. And now, it was aimed directly at Krittin.

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.

And Morgana was once again thankful to have her mates by her side, she couldn't imagine what the Alpha was going through right now. Takaokami held out both hands, and she watched in silence as an object began to appear, gasping softly as it slowly solidified. In her mate's hands were two blood-red katana, the blades looked lethal to touch and the Ito wraps(material around the handles) were made with a shimmery black leather that looked suspiciously like dragon scales. The saya (Sheath) that held the double katana rippled with white pearl-like designs, and as she peered closer Morgana realized those designs were actually her mate's scales embedded in the saya itself.

I throw myself from my hiding space; my only goal is to kill the young horde leader. As I come flying toward her, the Cyclops barely has time to react. Her second set of arms contract from her body as she uses one hand to bat me away and the other to guard her face from Kusanagi no Tsurugi. She manages to throw me away from her, but I use the shadows to land softly on my feet. I glance toward the spot Samael was standing in, and I notice he's used his beautiful black wings to protect himself and the young standing close to him. The other cyclopses in the vicinity haven't fared as well. The young horde leader has managed to burn the majority of her followers.

Cain bolts out from between the trees, in the direction of Indra. She has time to spot his dark eyebrows, straight nose and sparkling hazel brown eyes. His shiny copper armor that sits like a perfect mold over his well define muscles, sends the clear message of power. She even has time to see the scar that runs across his jaw down to his mouth and glows pale white on his tanned skin.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***

I say, as we walk inside and make our way down the stairs. A warrior brings one of the rogues out of his cell, shackled in silver being led to the open area at the back of the dungeon. The warrior attaches his shackles to chains that are hanging from the ceiling, making his arms stretch above his head. “Let’s get to business, shall we?” My father says. “I’m not going to say anything.” The rogue spits out. “That’s what they all say.” Killian chuckles. Killian walks over to a table off to the side of the room which had a number of implements on it: silver knives, throwing stars, whips of all kinds, needles full of wolfsbane, and a…cactus?

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he