Deku Carnage Novels & Stories

Also, I was curious to see how Philip and Brenda would react when they found out the person they had skinned and cut up to pieces was me. Brenda picked up on something more to Layla's words. She grabbed her wrists. "Layla, what are you talking about?" There was not a hint of regret on Layla's face. "That useless wench won't come back anymore. She's been buried in that sculpture since the beginning." "You're saying… That person was Hazel?" Brenda subconsciously took a few steps backward. On the other hand, Philip covered his mouth and stood frozen to the spot. He must have recalled that the skeleton was missing the bones of three fingers. He had spent a lot of time creating the missing parts

The world narrowed to the clearing, to the dance of death under the moon. Cyrus charged first, a battering ram of muscle and fury. Kade didn’t meet him. He flowed to the side, a shadow, and his jaws snapped shut on Cyrus’s hind leg. Bone crunched. Cyrus howled, whipping his massive head around, teeth shearing the air where Kade’s neck had been. Kade was already gone, a phantom, leaving a trail of crimson on the frosted ground.

I ask in a challenge. Ethan grins, then points his arm straight to his left without breaking eye contact. “Wanna bet?” he asks, eyebrow quirking in a challenge, as my eyes land on the shooting game he just pointed at. “Loser buys snacks.” I bark out a harsh laugh. “Oh, you are so on! There are many things I’m good at, but it appears killing zombies isn’t one of them. In the end, Ethan wins and I whine all the way to the snack bar.

The battlefield had become a vortex of screaming shadows and blinding silver flashes. In the center of the devastation, Kaelen was no longer a man. The dark bargain he had struck finally demanded its full price. His skin tore as blackened fur erupted from his pores, and his bones cracked and elongated with the sickening sound of snapping timber.

Kaden recovered quickly from the pain and started biting and killing every rogue that was standing in his path until he finally got to were Derek was. He jump on an unsuspecting Derek and bite off a large chunk of meat from his shoulder. Derek howled in pain and then bared his teeth at Kaden, taking a defensive stance Kaden did the same. They both charged against each other and Kaden who was fighting in anger, managed to knock his wolf head into Derek's belly throwing him against the alpha house. Derek fell down with a thud. He tried to gathered himself up but Kaden didn't have any mercy, he straight on locked his jaw around Derek and with one snap, Derek was no more.

I swallowed hard, knowing there would only be one winner in this fight. Declan was on top of Jasper in an instant, his muscular hands wrapping around the other man’s neck. His face was a mask of fury as he realized this death couldn’t end quickly enough for him. Without another thought, he squeezed, and I heard the sickening crunch of bone breaking under his ruthless grip. And with one last powerful motion, Declan shoved Jasper away from him before kicking to his feet and stalking towards my dad with murder in his eyes. Terror gripped me as I watched Declan claim Jasper’s life without mercy or remorse. Blood smeared across both their bodies like some macabre work of art against earthy tones.

People are dying because of my decisions. The scene before them was a macabre spectacle of savagery, far from a just battle or honorable warfare. It was a ruthless fight where two werewolves mercilessly overpowered another. The road was drenched in blood, creating a hauntingly red canvas. The air echoed with furious growls and the harrowing sounds of savagery. Organs and flesh littered the ground, a testament to the brutality. Ethan, his eyes burning an ominous red, had lost all semblance of control. In his frenzied state, he became a threat to everyone, teetering on the brink of uncontrollable destruction.

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.

Give me a reason to end you right here, right now. “The father was a rogue activist,” Deuce went on, his voice matter-of-fact. “He witnessed something he shouldn’t have. Something involving my father’s… business dealings. He was going to go public, expose corruption that would have destroyed the pack’s reputation.” “So you killed him,” I whispered. “So he was eliminated,” Deuce corrected. “Along with his family. To ensure there were no witnesses, no one to carry on his crusade.” “His daughter was twelve years old.”

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.