Deku Carnage Novels & Stories

And then— The doors opened. The sound hit her all at once. Roaring. Shouting. The kind of energy that made your chest tighten whether you wanted it to or not. The arena. Mona stepped inside slowly, her senses overwhelmed. The air was thick, heavy with sweat, smoke, and something metallic underneath it all. Blood. Her eyes lifted. Straight to the ring. And then she saw him. Kane. Her breath caught. He looked... different. Bigger somehow. Sharper. The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise.

I can only hope the day will never come when we stand against one another, pointing our guns to kill. A familiar figure walks in and takes the farthest seat at our fifty sitters' tables. The girl I wanted to avoid the whole evening. The Cannibal Snookums; Regan Wells. The bane of my goddamn existence. For leaving me confused all the damn time, pulling the emotional strings in my heart and mind, considerably bad for my health. I know she knows I am here. Her hand trembles as she takes her drink close to her mouth, but she does not look my way for once.

Alexander demanded, wiping blood from his lip as he rose. The man coughed, his body trembling. "You just don't get it. They will eliminate us all." Before they could inquire any more, the man's body twitched, his eyes shifting back into his skull. A moment later, he became still. Isabella gazed with terror. “Is he...?” Alexander knelt next to the guy, searching for a pulse. He shook his head. “He’s gone.” Lucian growled beneath his breath, backing back. “What the hell just happened?”

He waded deeper, killing without pause. Bodies piled in his wake, the path to the General clearing through sheer slaughter—ten, twelve dead by his hand, limbs hacked, torsos eviscerated, the ground a churned mire of viscera. The General stood amid his faltering line, broadsword slick with blood, eyes widening as Kael bore down like death incarnate. "You!" the General snarled, meeting the charge, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks. Kael's axe met the sword's guard, forcing the General back step by step from impact.

Combat erupts immediate, chaotic, visceral. A wave of elite carapace horrors lunges—claws skittering on ice, maws foaming, gravity pockets forming to crush. I counter with **Sanguine Eclipse**—blood ocean manifesting in the cavern ceiling, churning violent red, freezing into billions of crimson shards sharp as judgment. *Ultimate Activated: Planetary AoE – Swarm Debuff eighty percent* Shards rain like hellfire meteor storm—impaling beasts mid-leap, pinning them writhing to walls and floor, ichor spraying black fountains that freeze on contact.

I WILL END IT TODAY! I pretend that I am sleeping so that when he gets closer. I will cut him with the cutter that I am hiding under my pillow, and I am not wrong. Their fate was agreed to me today. Alex, Kevin’s best friend, went inside the room because he will go first, while Kevin is looking out. He went near me and touched my legs. I can hear his heavy breathing and this time I told myself not to be scared. He put his pants down, put my dress up and touched my panty. He went closer to me to smell my hair and the moment he started kissing me. I cut him on the throat and stabbed him multiple times on his stomach using the cutter. His blood splashed on me but I don’t care because I want to

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

"Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!" ❇❇❇ Rain started to pour heavily as orcs and giants came down from the ship. They hustled their way out of the tall building and slaughtered every normal they could find. They collected their souls, placing them in a cell-like bag as the normals just start to disappear, turning into white orbs of energy. The normals couldn't see them, leaving them defenseless and without any idea what was upon them. Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city.

I had the control codes I had memorized from the Old Man’s tablet in the split second before Kaelen killed him. I walked into the arena. The lights went down. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" the announcer screamed. "Prepare for carnage!" A gate opened. A massive creature stepped out. It was hunched, covered in fur patches and metal plates bolted directly into its flesh. The Butcher. Then the other gate opened. Kaelen stepped out. He was naked. He was gray. He was beautiful. He looked up at the box where I stood. He bared his fangs.

I ask in a nervous voice. "When pack members are lost in battle we return them to Mother Nature....... We do that by rejoining them to the pack....," Gunnar says with hesitation. My eyebrows pull together in confusion and Gunnar sighs. He grabs my hands and looks deeply into my eyes. "We eat our dead. When they die like this that is..... They died as heros. They died defending the pack. These types of burials rarely happen Vanessa. But when they do, they are very important. Soldiers lost on missions or during challenges, get burned. Kraven will be burned. Pack members killed for offenses, like the warrior who slapped you, get thrown out into the woods for scavengers. Those are dishonorable b