Deku Carnage Novels & Stories

A chorus of strained acknowledgment answered him. One rogue broke from the tree line, angling past the fight, aiming deeper into the ridge path. Decker moved instantly. He cut him off before he cleared the clearing, slamming into him shoulder-first. The rogue twisted fast, claws raking across Decker’s side, tearing fur and skin. Pain flared. Ignored. Decker countered, jaws snapping, catching the rogue’s upper leg and crushing down. Bone gave. The rogue screamed and twisted free, tearing flesh in the process, and bolted.

"I'm going to cause an inflation crisis." Jack leaped into the air, soaring over the massive, thrashing tail of the beast. He landed directly on the creature's broad, fleshy back. The moment his boots touched the corrupted hide, the Debt-Eater shrieked. It sensed a massive reservoir of capital—the stored lunar meltdown energy humming inside Jack. The beast’s fleshy segments peeled back, revealing hundreds of secondary, jagged maws that snapped wildly, trying to consume the Planet’s Alpha. Marcus landed heavily nearby, slamming his shield down to crush a wave of parasitic, purple ticks that swarmed off the beast's body. Katherine provided covering fire, her sniper rounds expertly freezing the

Nora said, "Henry suddenly said a few days ago that he wanted to be a groom. I was just trying to help him recover quickly. Don't worry, once we're registered and done with the wedding, I'll immediately apply to the court to revoke the declaration of your death and restore our marriage." I let out a cold laugh and shrugged her hand off me. Staring at the marks all over her body, I said icily, "A fake wedding? If it's just a fake wedding, who gave you all those marks on your body? It seems like our marriage is the fake one!"

Vera asked as she pointed at my computer screen. I followed the line of her finger and realized that she had pulled up the page that I had intentionally hidden earlier. There was a photo of a pup on the screen. He looked to be about three years old. His eyes were closed, his long lashes casting shadows down his cheeks. His serene expression made it look like he was just sleeping. "Pup: Ryan Barrington. Father: Felix Barrington. Mother: Wendy Snow. Note: Deregistered a year ago." My colleagues immediately fell silent. They looked at me carefully and asked, "It's just a coincidence that this she-wolf has the same name as you, huh?"

I was petrified, I slowly walked backward as its yellow and black eyes gazed at me hungrily. "Aren't you going to tell me, scrumptious?" It mocked me. As it slowly crept upon me. I suddenly spotted Alpha Deucalion behind me, ready for his kill. "It won't be a scream, it will be gladness when you're killed!" I yelled. It growled angrily as it jumped to kill me, but Alpha Deucalion stopped it and tear off its head from its body with his bare teeth. Alpha Deucalion didn't stop when it killed him. He kept on tearing his body apart, spurting blood every. Its blood caught my face,

It reminded me of an abandoned castle. Madeline led me to a comfy looking maroon sofa and ushered me to sit, as she began to ramble, "I am so sorry for making you come along the way. You see-" BAM! Everything happened so fast, yet slow. Like everything was in a slow motion. One moment Ms. Quarsiekiev was standing next to me, apologizing to me, and the next moment..... I let out a scream as I saw her clutching her chest. Blood.

,said Zane "What's that?" "Death",said Zane "That's why I'm here",said Derek "No...not the easy death",said Zane, fully clothed. "What do you mean?",asked Derek, now scared. "What? You thought they would kill me with one strike and call it a night?",asked Zane."They have planned a worse death for me....it's a death, specifically for dangerous werewolves. They call it RPJC, they prepare a bowl, where they put in names like 'head' 'leg' 'eyes' 'hand' 'finger' and they ask the public to take a draw. When they do, one of the royal guards goes in the tent where the accused is present, and draw blood from whatever part came in the draw. They don't let the public see, because it's too graphic for t

Even in the rogue packs I served as muscle, not brain. Through lingering I heard all about what the women did while I was entombed. How Dee and Quinn were the ones to finish Raze. Dee did chop his ick off. Quinn took his tongue. A combined effort which resulted in lethal blood loss, plus some foaming from the stew Ryan rammed in his still-screaming mouth. Sipping my water, still nervously thirsty after being threatened with death via dehydration, the blonde, muscular Sven approached. Leaning against the wall he exhaled and looked up at the ceiling. He had regained his weight but I knew under that vest top he was a mess of scars.

from Vincenzo was like getting a nod from God—if God ran rackets and had bodies buried under every street corner from Cicero to Edgewater. Luca and I grabbed Deo by the arms. He groaned. We dragged him across the blood-slick floor, steel hooks dangling from above like the souls of a hundred dead pigs. The Meat Locker earned its name. The chain clanked as I hoisted one of the hooks down. I slipped the sharpened hook beneath his arms, threading it through the meat of his shoulders like a Christmas ham. He screamed, hoarse and broken, as we hoisted him off the ground. His body jerked violently, blood streaming from the punctures as gravity did its thing. The chain rattled overhead.