Carnage Mcu Novels & Stories

Looking around I realise that Alpha Nico, and the warriors were all watching her carefully. She stands and confidently walks over the the first large tattooed man who lay unconscious on the floor, blood still leaving the wound on his shoulder. "Carn must die. The rightful Alpha must return. Carn must die. The truth will be revealed. Carn must die" she rants again before her eyes go wide, her body rigid and she collapses onto the floor next to the tattooed man.

One moment, the tension rang like a tuning fork in the dusk; the next, the world atomized into gunpowder and teeth. Carolina didn’t think. She let the wolf muscle take over, all snapping limbs and flayed knuckles. She saw Marcus go down, saw Lyra’s knife bloom red at the hollow of an enemy’s throat, saw Sybil’s smile leap from her face as Carolina’s fist broke it wide. The world narrowed to a tunnel, and at its far end, the city howled for closure. At last, in the static hush after the carnage, Carolina pinned Sybil to the ground. Blood slicked the stone under her knees; it was hard to say if it was hers or Sybil’s or the city’s own.

Alpha Marcus rushed to Gunnar's side, but as soon as he got there he could smell the silver that was coming from his open wound, which could explain why he wasn't healing. Pack members were desperately trying to stop the bleeding, but they were unsuccessful and in the end Gunnar told them to stop. He knew there was no use in trying because of the silver poisoning his body. Alpha Marcus stepped forward and took hold of Gunnar's hand, hoping to ease his pain slightly, but in the end Gunnar had lost so much blood that he died in his Alpha's arms.

Right before he took his last breath, he opened his eyes and mustered the last bit of strength he had left to caress my face with his small, cold hand. "Don't be sad, Mommy," he had whispered. At the same time, the healers discovered that Faith was carrying a pup. … Felix pulled open the front passenger seat door when I walked over to the black Maybach. I slipped inside and buckled my seatbelt. "Where to?" Felix asked. "38 Oceanview Road." There was a small cottage on the edge of the Blackrock pack's territory. It used to be Felix's and my secret base. The car suddenly screeched to a stop.

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.

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.

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.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 19 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎..... 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖... Katherine

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.