Deku Carnage Novels & Stories

Grub said, beating his chest proudly, and then pointing to another tattoo that was half covered by his rope belt, he had begun to slide his pants down to show the remainder of it as he spoke, “Grub once plow most beautiful Knarl magic thrower in all Kuumakun.” “Ok, ok, we get the point Grub,” Rex said, lifting his hand to block the view Grub was trying to show, “Look! There’s a temporary blade!” he added, pointing to a rusty hunting dagger a few paces away from them in the hand of a deceased cannibal.

Lucian's body crumpled to the floor, lifeless. Alec and Jared fought together, a formidable pair. Abel and his men tried to hold them off but were overwhelmed. Alec's powerful jaws crushed skulls and severed limbs, while Jared's speed and agility made him a blur of death. Abel's wolf fell beneath their combined assault, his body torn apart.

The old matriarch’s death rippled through the city, but nobody said much where Alessandro Visconti could hear it. Without Commission cover, the DeLuca name had become something people preferred not to touch. Inside holding, things got worse fast. Kane’s leg never healed. Infection set in, then spread. Three days later he died burning with fever and cursing everyone in reach. When they told me, I felt nothing stronger than surprise. Sofia lasted longer.

Was there an enemy watching them like I was ? The front door opens and a woman walks out , she stops and squints up at the sun. Her hair was a mess, her clothes looked like they had just been thrown on and in her hand was her heels. The walk of shame. Whoever she was , was just coming from an interesting night by the looks of her. Then the door opens behind her and a tall man I recognise comes out , he’s shirtless but has his jeans and boots on. Tattoos cover his full arms and chest all the way up his neck and then stop. His long hair was loose , blonde. I recognise him as Joker , one of Carnage's inner men. He pulls what looks like a cigarette from behind his ear , digs in his pocket and li

Smoke drifted like dying ghosts across the ruined clearing, curling over shattered stones, broken trees, and bodies that would never rise again. The last echo of battle faded into the night, replaced by a suffocating silence. When the dust finally settled, the carnage was unmistakable—Draven wolves, Dreadmaw rogues, hunters of the Order—scattered lifelessly across the forest floor. The moon shone down like an indifferent witness to the massacre.

[AZTEC] The nation was busy, everyone was having all eyes on the Franzels and the Marshalls. There were so many things happening at the same time, but none of them could have prepared anyone for the impact that Sandra Franzel had on them all. For starters, she had been the reason Scarlet had been murdered by Aztec, an act that would eventually be investigated, but the chances of the Franzels coming out and saying that their alpha was the one who had murdered their daughter were close to none.

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?"