Deku Carnage Romane & Geschichten

My stomach dropped. "Several captains are already fighting over territory." Another page slid toward me. Photographs. Crime scene images. Burned warehouses. Dead men. "Three have declared independence." Another photograph. Another corpse. "Two are negotiating with Kane." Cold flooded my veins. Kane. Again. Always Kane. I looked up. Slowly. "And what exactly does this have to do with me?" For the first time, Lorenzo smiled. Barely. The kind of smile that never reached his eyes.

“I alone have defeated the darkness ! Behold, these creeps are nothing against my power !” The people do not manage to respond before an attack is immediately put in behind Saren. With one strike the assembly is halved, and they have to despair when seeing how their comrades are dragged away. The big, fur-clad Hrazgouls drill their teeth into the limbs, and with powerful blows off the neck the sawtooths cut clean cuts through the bodies, leaving gaping holes. The worst situation is for the victims of the pale ones. These living dead have teeth as dull as when they were human. But their bite is tough and the neck strong so they pull till the skin bursts on the still living poor souls and devo

The slick marbled floor sparkling neat in its thickness. Declan's unwavering and unsmiling face quitened the hall and they all prostrated. "ALPHA" As the greeting. Declan took a deep breath and raised his head up. " You may state your complains now" Declan said and a woman walked forward. "The signs of Nekroth, the signs are playing Alpha.. Alpha rogues attacked my children and tore away their flesh... Alpha the valuables were no longer there... My goods were taken... Alpha pls do something" The woman pleaded in tears.

"This isn't just a ritual site. This is a warning." Kaelan’s voice was edged with restrained fury as he surveyed the grotesque display before them. The clearing was littered with symbols scorched into the earth—runes older than any known werewolf script. The stench of blood and decay clung to the air, thick and suffocating. At the center of it all, a massive carcass of a stag lay in a grotesque offering, its ribcage splayed open, organs meticulously removed.

Someone to watch my back… in this life there was no one but me. The battlefield around us was a ruin. A shrine of violence. Cracked stone, scorched trees, bodies turned to pulp. Our movements had pulverized wolves, both corrupted and rogue, into nothing more than red stains on the earth. A meat pile. A twisted, steaming mound of shredded flesh, sundered limbs, and broken spines. The kind of thing you’d expect if a god took a blade to a slaughterhouse. And in the center of it all, Varen stood.

Explode. The canyon echoed with the rhythmic, deafening destruction of the ancient vanguard obliterating the front ranks of the nightmare. The valley floor was quickly covered in a thick layer of crushed gray gravel, the remnants of a hundred feral entities erased from existence in a matter of minutes. A mile back, standing on a high, safe ledge overlooking the carnage, the leader of the blood-born watched the slaughter.

Roo’s mouth was moving, but Fernández couldn’t hear any sounds from his friend. The bed of the pickup smelled of death. Ghouls scrambled toward Fernández. He redoubled his grip on the ax. I’m ready. Through the noise and the chaos, Fernández heard his buddy’s last gasp: Aleph-Kaf! Blood seeped from Roo’s mouth, nose, and ears. His head turned to one side. Fernández watched him die. Screaming with white-hot fury, Fernández stood, raised his axe high above his head. He swung at the undead with wild abandon, cutting down any creature trying to get at Roo’s body.

Nikita took the microphone again "Why thank you Ms.Wayne, I know I'm awesome! Now let's get this party starting!" Everyone started cheering and the music started playing. Everything was going well and we were having an amazing time! At the spur of the moment, I didn't even realise that Sam had returned with two glasses filled with fruit punch. Virgin for me, of course. I took the glass and took this opportunity to talk to Sam and other creators. As time passed by, suddenly some waiters came to the middle of the room with a huge fondant covered cake decorated with the YouTube logo on it. Erica was made to cut the cake with a bow tied knife. After that we went back to having a good time.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Cain's father admitted, shrugging. As soon as the words had left his lips, the window behind us shattered into a thousand shards of glass. We all ducked and I looked up just in time to see the large black wolf leaping over me and latching its mouth onto Weber's jaw. In one swift and bloody movement, Weber's head was detached from his body and hanging from Cain's mouth. Zak grabbed me as I saw Cain begin to morph back into a human. Before either of us could blink, Cain stood in front of Zak and head-butted him.