Carnage Mcu Mga Nobela at Kwento

Across the road, a black car started moving. I could see a silhouette behind the glass. Arthur. He looked directly at me. Then the car disappeared into the rain. The system was gone. The Covenant was gone. The archive was public. But Arthur was still alive. And the final battle had just begun.

floor. It didn't take much time for Andrew to come into his mafia form.He pressed the button under his table and a table appeared from the floor ,containing all sorts of weapons. He immediately wore his Bullet proof jacket along with gear cloak shoulder holster with two pistols. He wore a thigh holster with CZ-75 . He put a blade in his shoes. In one hand he was holding AK -47 and in the other he was holding a pistol.Without further delay he moved towards the gun shots like the cheetah who is dying to kill his prey. His body held a strong power as he marched down the stairs killing his enemies who were coming in the way. Ethan was right behind him, covering him from the back.On the first fl

The world was no longer silver; it was a violent, hemorrhaging violet. Ryan Carter didn’t scream as the Watcher’s ultraviolet beam struck his chest. He laughed—a jagged, metallic sound that cut through the vacuum like a razor. His carbon-fiber ribs didn't just break; they turned into white-hot filaments, siphoning the Watcher’s energy directly into his own failing core. He wasn't fighting as an Alpha. He was fighting as an engineer who knew exactly where the demolition charges were buried in his own soul.

I lay him down just as headlights sweep over me again. Gunfire erupts. I snarl and leap onto the car, crushing metal, shattering glass, killing every man inside before they can scream twice. More cars. More men. All Valentino's men. I hear his frequency. His voice barking orders, demanding my death. I aim for his car. I smash through the roof, tear vampires apart with teeth and claws. Blood spraying hot across the snow. When I find Valentino, I drag him from the moving vehicle and hurl it aside just before it rolls off the cliff.

"But first, you're going to consume your own filth. Feed it to him raw. Let him choke on the only thing he ever valued." ​I turned my back on the screams. My men didn't flinch. They moved with the surgical efficiency I had drilled into them. Behind me, the sound of wet steel meeting flesh was followed by a gargling, horrific sound that most men would have nightmares about. ​I felt nothing but a cold, righteous disgust. ​I walked out of the warehouse and into the rain. A black Rolls-Royce Cullinan was waiting, the engine purring like a satisfied cat. Carl followed me out a moment later, wiping his hands on a white silk handkerchief.

"A cornered animal doesn't care about loyalty. He only cares about cutting the threads that lead back to his throat. He knows the elders cannot condemn him on the word of a single Fringe boy who admits he was operating in total ignorance." On the cold concrete floor boards, Marcus’s breathing became incredibly rapid, his chest heaving beneath his tattered tunic. The realization that Vance was already dead hit him like a physical blow, stripping away whatever tiny illusion of safety he had been holding onto since entering the Citadel. He crawled forward a few inches, the heavy magnetic dampening cuffs dragging loudly against the stones.

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.

The clearing was strewn with fallen bodies, evidence of the cost of their ill-conceived attack. In the aftermath, I stood among the panting members of our pack, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. The moonlight cast elongated shadows, giving an eerie quality to the scene. The air was thick with the scent of blood and exertion, a reminder of the fierce struggle that had just unfolded. "Piece of shits," I muttered under my breath, my voice laden with both disgust and triumph. Shifting back to my human form, I glanced at the lifeless bodies of the rogues. "They should have thought twice about staging an attack. They couldn't even hold their ground."

~Luciano~ The call came just after midnight. I was still in the study when my phone lit up. Carlos’s name. “They took it,” he said the second I answered. “The fake route we leaked. Two trucks. They hit the warehouse on 17th twenty minutes ago.” I leaned back in the chair. “Casualties?” “None of ours. We weren’t really there. But they left three of their own on the floor. Kadvash men, from the tattoos.”

The lobby cleared in a second, revealing a scene of pure destruction. The tall glass walls facing the New York street were completely shattered, shards of expensive crystal littering the marble floor like fallen snow. The heavy mahogany security desk was overturned, and Marcus was pinned underneath it, his gray wolf fur matted with dark blood and green slime. Standing in a semi-circle around the desk were four more Synthetic Alphas. They were completely covered in heavy, black tactical gear, their blank eyes staring at nothing, their skin glowing with that sick green light. But they weren't alone.