Carnage Maximum Novels & Stories

“You’ll be shot in the head knowing you’ve failed at your job and you’ve failed her. Joey’s mine now. Think about that in your last kak-ass moments. I’ll keep her around for a couple of years and when she’s lost her pretty mojo, I’ll bury her in my backyard.” Max blocked out the prick’s taunts as Scarface and his two sidekicks walked over with suppressed M4’s. If they got close enough, Max could take one target out and acquire the weapon. Survivability sat below the ten percent mark. He’d faced crappier odds before—well, maybe not this crappy, but his homicidal rage might tip the scales. Kris broke in. “Not in here. I don’t want a blood-soaked floor, that’s a bugger of a stain to clean up. T

"Just now, I was holding back, saving my strength… But honestly, I don't have much power to spare. If you'd had the guts to fight me head-on earlier, I might not have lasted this long. "But that's your problem. You'll never be a real expert, so you'll never know what it's like to seize victory when it's within reach. Consider this a small lesson, so take it well." Lawrence roared, his voice rolling like thunder. Wind and lightning whipped around him as the Sixfold Carnage Fist lunged forward at point-blank range, a raw, unstoppable force aimed straight at Maxwell. The punch struck like a god's fury, six powers fused into one relentless blow. Maxwell's white barrier flared, then shattered wit

It has saved many a life a time or two and no werewolves have been lost to their death in the Security Levels above or below my current position as to the reports since the system was instilled. However, to get Cash to understand that Maxwell is our only way out, he will have to listen to reason. As of right now, he is being fueled by pure rage and aggression, along with pain for our Mate in addition to lust for blood. I was still shocked as Cash turned and let loose. I could not help as he shook with anger and pain, knowing that we might lose our Mate. Then, all of a sudden, when Cash turned around, he saw Maxwell standing over by the elevator we had just exited from, I froze deep inside. I

Max bent back as the bar sailed over him, cutting the air with a sharp sound. Max brought his blade up and nearly cut the man’s lower arm off. He screamed in pain and Max leapt on him and shoved the blade into his chest. Which killed the man instantly and his skin turned black but he did not turn to dust. So he wasn’t of demonic origin, probably vampire or fae. Max started running again, but as he turned a woman was there this time and swung a longer blade that just sliced into his shirt and side.

Tonight, that was going to change. Maximus walked into the Arena like he owned it. He was shirtless and his multi-coloured dragon tattoos were boldly scrawled all over his torso and arms. He raised his hand and nodded like his name was music to his ears. This was not new to him. He had been here before. “Maximus Fang is here to avenge the death of sixty-five of his werewolves, whose lives were cut short by the newcomer.” Grimkeeper said and a curious hush fell over the spectators.

"I suppose it's because I've shifted quite a few times." I nodded, still looking at the ice-blue color of his irises in wonder. The entire time I'd known Cain, I was under the impression that his Lycanthropic ancestry was overpowered by the symptoms of Vampirism. Now I wasn't so sure. I wanted desperately to believe there was an internal struggle for dominance happening between the gene and the disease. I found myself hoping that the Lycanthrope would win. I followed Cain as he got out of the car, pulling the flannel blanket tighter around me as we walked through the cold garage and into the castle.

Why serve the fragile when you could be endless? Maxim’s body convulsed. Horns jutted from his temples, slick with flame. His skin cracked, lava spilling through veins that no longer resembled veins at all. His back arched, splitting. The wings unfurled with a sound like mountains breaking—vast, terrible, dripping fire. They eclipsed what little light remained in the sky. “No—” Zara staggered, blood dripping freely from her nose. Her threads snapped taut, trembling like overstretched wires as Maxim tore at them like cobwebs. “I can’t—”

Kaze looked out to the sky, concern buried deep within her gray eyes. “Geez, you’re putting too much pressure on Faia, with her powers being split between those two…” —— Max marched down the hallway, emanating anger and determination. His blood red eyes converted into a bright orange color, reminiscent of a majestic flame. ‘Whatever it takes. I don’t care if I have to kill them. I will be acknowledged by everyone.’ The grin of a villain formed from his lips.

I could see the fear and regret in his still opened eyes despite the instant death. I take a peek at her. She was nothing but kind to me recently. And for that moment, I forgot who she really was, what she’s capable of. I froze in my spot, unable to move. I managed to slide down against the wall and sat on my heel. My hands automatically covered my face in habit as I contemplated. What have I gotten myself into? I heard Cara calling Franco and giving him orders. She wanted to move Maxwell’s body to his car with his men and transfer them to another location. She planned to make it look like an ambush. What a ruthless woman.