Carnage Sarah Bailey Novels & Stories

“ Yes I love you “ I smile at the steering wheel , and then blow out a deep breath. It was time to go. Placing my phone in the holder I have in here I type in the directions. I trust my phone given it was with me when he broke into my home and I checked it over secretly and found no bugs. Placing my hands on my steering wheel I take one last look around , I see nothing again but something doesn't feel right. Like when you get that feeling you're being watched. It was probably me being paranoid. I drive out of the garage and onto the main road. Time to go to my new home. Carnage POV I watched as her car took off out of the garage and smirked. Steeping out of the shadows I take a drag of my c

His stupidity harmed her and her children. “Forget it, let’s go. It’s too late.” Logan yawned. He had jet lag and had not rested well. “Don’t think too much. If there’s still someone behind Sarah, then it’s not over yet. Besides, don’t forget, Sarah only just broke up with Shaun. Is this the only result you want?” “You’re right.” Her eyes gradually grew cold. Sarah killed so many people and ruined Charity’s family. Charity was also tortured to death by Sarah. She would definitely make Sarah’s life worse than death. If Shaun dared to stop her, then she would deal with him too.

But this time, it wasn’t me that had been hit. It was Sarah. She hadn’t collapsed from fear or grief. She had been hit by a car. Deliberately. A warning. A message. A line drawn in blood. Dante. He wasn’t just playing games anymore. He wanted to hurt me. And he had found the perfect target. I stood over her hospital bed, staring at her motionless figure. A tangle of wires snaked across her body. The oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth, making her look even more ghostly. Machines beeped around her like cold mechanical whispers.

Looking around she spotted Sarah sitting on the floor by Damien's body, her hands bloody. "Sarah!" Sarah didn't seem to hear her as she stayed hunched and unmoving. Breeana crossed the space between them and reached Sarah. She had somehow gotten close enough to kill Damien. It wasn't like she expected her to be giddy with joy but she didn't expect this reaction from her either. It was then Breeana saw the cost of the little victory that Sarah had gotten. Allen lay dead as well next to her, his head on Sarah's lap and her hands just at her side shaking.

It was a woman draped in furs the color of dried blood, her face twisted into a smirk that had cost me everything on my eighteenth birthday. "Sarah," Killian growled, the name sounding like a curse. "Hello, little sister," Sarah said, her voice amplified by the station’s external speakers until it boomed across the silent lunar plain. "I told you the roots go deep. You thought you could bury me in the Ravine, but the South has very long memories". She wasn't just Sarah anymore. Her skin was a translucent, sickly grey, and her eyes were bulging with an obsidian light that signaled she had finally surrendered to the infection. She was the bridge the Director had wanted—the human host for a Voi

I sobbed, pulling him under the stone lip of the fountain. Sarah pulled a handgun from her waistband, checking the magazine. She looked at me, and for the first time in our lives, there was no hate in her gaze. Only a dark, final clarity. "I’ll draw their fire," she said. "There’s a cellar door behind the potting shed. It leads to the old orchard. Run, Evelyn. Don't look back." "Sarah, come with us!" "I’m the one they want to kill for the betrayal," she said, standing up. "Go! Now!"

Fear of losing control, fear of what this war was about to become. Sarah writhed in the dirt, her sobs broken now, her hand pressed to the wound Beth had carved deep. “She’s trying to kill me! She’s trying to kill me because it’s true!” she wailed, her voice weaponizing even her own blood. And that was when I realized: Sarah didn’t care if she lived or died tonight. She just wanted the Pack to see her broken body and whisper what if. What if what she said was true? The paramedics worked on her on the scene before putting her in the ambulance to take her to the hospital. Dad was at my side.

“The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…” She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. The revelation hung in the air, unfinished, as the ocean roared behind us. Sarah’s eyes met mine, and I saw the final truth there. The last secret that could tear apart everything we had fought so hard to build. Before she could finish, a sharp crack split the air. A gunshot. Sarah jerked violently and collapsed to the grou

It shattered into a thousand glittering shards, the sound ricocheting off the walls like gunfire. Everyone froze. “I am not for sale,” Sarah said, her voice shaking but loud, steady. She glared at Shawn Carter, who was still blinking in disbelief at the stain spreading across his waistcoat. “And I will never ever marry a leering old vulture like you.” Her step mother’s face drained of color, then flushed crimson. “Sarah..."

Tank would lose it his girls were his life. Tank and Ghost burst in from delivering Cara to justice, their triumph turning to horror as they felt Sarah's fading energy through pack bonds. She looked awful. She was pale, and her color was getting paler. Blood was on the ground, and it was too much to be good for anyone.