Carnage Maximum Novels & Stories

Jake He led them into the house, surveying the damage more closely this time. It almost felt like a violation of her privacy, but it had to be done. In Klara’s bedroom, he switched the light on and stepped out of their way. “We’ll need to completely remove this carpet,” Dagger said with a sigh. The blood had seeped through it and there was no getting that stain out. Weasel opened the toolbox he carried and got the cutters. Bandit looked at the two dead bodies and pulled their wallets out. Jake stood to one side, waiting for the questions.

Only he never hits me. I watch in what feels like slow motion as I see Max, Carter’s wolf, leap in front of me tackling the wolf to the ground. Max is already bleeding from the wounds he received fighting off the two rogues. I watch the pair tumble to the ground, fierce growls and whimpers as their wolves are attacking and being wounded.

>POV: CARRIE Eасh gunshot mаkеѕ mе flіnсh, but I саn’t take my еуеѕ оff thе hоrrіfіс ѕсеnе аbоut a blосk away. I can’t ѕее реrfесtlу.

The target's daily routine continued for three days, so for the next four days, Azrael will continue the assassination of his target. The day has come when Azrael will carry out his mission. Azrael had already prepared his guns and knife. Azrael placed the Coharie Arms MP-10 Using a duffle bag, and his pistols were in his pistol holster. He has already left his condo unit. He left all his feelings as he left his home. He knew this mission would not be easy so he needed to be more self-confident. He drove in his black Camaro.

"Ms. Cooper, I was wrong! Please don't shut down the daycare!" "I have my parents to care for and children at home. I can't lose my job!" "Keira, give me back my job! I'll fight you for it!" A full-scale scuffle had broken out outside. The same people who had once been united by shared interests were now tearing each other apart to avoid responsibility. It was exactly as I had anticipated. I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the media vans parked below. They were still waiting to capture my downfall, eager to watch my company crumble.

Lazar's men joined, sending a rain of bullets on those who were left standing. My eyes scanned the frantic scene as I ran closer to the vans. Finally, I spotted the auburn-haired fucker, Maxim, carrying Catherine to the car. I saw red. I started forward, barely dodging a bullet from my right. I turned toward the shooter. “Die, Thorne!” A madman's cackle tore through Nikitin's throat. I dove and leaped to hide behind the van. He fired a few more times before the empty click sounded. Dumb fucker. I jerked to my feet, aiming at his head. “Die, traitor,” I growled and pulled the trigger.

That kind of euphoria born when you break rules that could cost your life, yet somehow feel completely worth it. Arkan’s car smelled of smoke and old leather. An older model, with cracked black leather seats and arcane symbols nearly erased under the dashboard. The steering wheel had the cold metallic touch of a forgotten artifact. I sat in the back, the place where I felt least exposed, least vulnerable, and drew the sheath of the knife Max had given me, positioning it within reach of my hand. "Relax," Max said, glancing in the rearview mirror with that crooked smile. "If anyone tries to touch you, they lose a hand."

The neighbor curled his lip. “You seemed like a sensible sort earlier, but why are you taking sides with family now rather than standing up for what’s right? Everyone around here knows by now. It’s bad enough that your cousin has been the adulterer, but for him to turn up and smash someone’s car? He even got his own father so angry that the old man ended up in the hospital!”

I call over my shoulder. Exiting the station, there are stairs below the platform that leads toward an abandoned station where the railroad tracks are littered with old and unused train cars. There’s quite a number of them left and forgotten out here, but it works to our benefit. It’s quite a while since I’ve last been here, but I’m glad to find out that it’s still accessible. I jog up to one of the empty cars before twirling in place to face Ethan. “Come on!” With his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, Ethan chuckles and jogs toward me.