Carnage Mcu Novels & Stories

I looked around at our small team, and despite everything that had happened today, I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. For the first time, the plan to strip the Carnage Pack of their power didn't feel like an impossible dream anymore. “It’s nearly done,” I muttered. “I think we just need someone to counter the weaponry that the Carnage Pack has. If that happens... then everything would be perfect.” The room fell silent for a moment before James finally spoke. “If it’s weaponry, then it’s the Sovereign Pack.” I turned to him with wide eyes. “The Sovereign Pack? As in Chad’s pack?”

he hissed, his muscles corded and trembling as he hauled me back onto the slanted, vibrating remains of the living room. Behind us, the elevator lobby was a furnace of orange flame. Marco was gone, likely retreating to the extraction point while his "Clean-up Crew" moved in to finish what the C4 had started. Vane lay motionless near the debris, his hand still outstretched toward the elevator—toward the brother who had betrayed them both.

"The maritime servers just registered our open-source override as an active systemic virus. They’ve authorized a tactical kinetic strike. If those railguns discharge, the hyper-velocity slugs will flatten tier four into a three-mile crater before the noon market reset!" "They won't get the chance," I rasped, my throat raw from the ozone and pulverized granite dust, but my stance remained unyielding on the edge of the rusted iron pier. My right hand was pressed flat against the smoking, iron-tufted hide of Dante’s massive neck. Through our alpha-tether, his charcoal-iron heart was hammering like a heavy industrial piston, throwing off thick waves of sulfur steam that turned the freezing morni

Carmen nodded but before she moved, she reached out and covered Ann with a white cloth. She might not have died the death of a warrior but she should be buried like one. The white shawl on her face was covered just like a glorified warrior. “Let's go.” Carmen said after she was done. Silver cloaked us in his aura, and dragged us into the room. The suffocating battle that seemed like it obliterated us into our atomic particles just minutes ago now felt like nothing. Clash after clash was so visible in my eyes. The way Lana responded to each defense by Logan was just …something else.

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.

I honestly don't know what I keep expecting from him but if this is what marriage is well I have to take what I'm offered besides I was just collateral damage. ‎

The heavy vault door opened enough for Cain to pull it open completely. He stepped into the steel hallway inside, doors similar to the one we'd just passed through lined each wall, stretching on as far as I could see. After every few doors stood men big enough to be linebackers. Some of them had buzzcuts, others had tattoos crawling up their arms to disappear under the Kevlar vest they wore. Scars marred a few of the men's faces and others were adorned with facial piercings. The shadows cast on their hardened faces by the fluorescent lighting above us were aggressive.

"Irony of ironies, she was carjacked by some guy high on a meth-PCP combination. He drove them into a concrete pillar, one of those underpass supports, you know?" "Christ, I..." Marco's mouth worked. He knew death. He'd held the hands of men while they breathed their last on the battle field, in field hospitals, their blood slipping between his fingers. A joy ride like that would be...hell. The adrenaline. Seeing the end coming. It would have been painful, too.

Carson ordered the core warrior who was driving. His face was grim looking his shoulder muscles were tense and his lips were drawn into a thin line. Although he always picked fights with Cadel, he was as worried as I was. I could see and feel it. Soon we arrived at the Redville Avenue. "Boss there's a car up ahead, it seems to be Alpha Cadels." Blondie said. There were two other cars there and three men. The rest of the werewolf mercenaries lay dead on the ground that had been dyed a bloody red.