Deku Carnage Novels & Stories

This was the purest of places in the pack, where the vile between the living and the dead stands thinnest. But tonight, the sanctity of this place felt tainted. In the middle of this clearing stood a stone podium surrounded by grasses and hay, and tied to its smooth surface was none other than Beta Derick; a man now considered as Derick Cresentblood for his titles had already been stripped from him, his honor torn away, leaving him with nothing but shame and regret, nothing more than a symbol of betrayal and disgrace. Surrounding him were the warriors of Fangborn pack as they waited with bated breath for the executioner to make the final blow.

I growled, knowing he was wasting time. “Squish, pissy fleabag!” Devin let out a guttural snarl as he ripped the last rogue open, tearing muscle and bone apart with his bare claws. His sturdy chest heaved as blood splashed over him, trickling down his bare skin. Bodies piled. Blood pooled. Rivals pulverized. Nude warriors began hauling dead rogues to a heap for on-the-spot cremation. The gruesome sight evoked mixed feelings: pride, but also dread.

Despite his frustration, Marcus didn't dare to express it openly. After thinking for a moment, Marcus said to Grandma Kade, "Grandma, the reason our Kade family's design live sales hit a new high yesterday was entirely because of Katrina. I hope you can give her a chance. She's a good girl." "Katrina?" Mrs. Sabrina furrowed her brow, the surname sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place the name. Marcus quickly chimed in, "She's Serena's sister, Katrina, the most beloved daughter of the Vale family."

Then I could be in two places at once. “Yes, sir,” I answered. My face set in its customary expression of full attention and respect, as if saying anything negative about his granddaughter’s first communion celebration was an option. “It was lovely, but not as lovely as Luisa. She beamed.” Carmine smiled, his full cheeks lifting in approval, just before he looked about the room at his men and his features changed. “Enough. Tell us about the jewelry stores.”

Roman! Roman had been held hostage by Dekle’s men and he was the main threatening point. I intended to make some sort of distraction so that Kerrigan could save Roman but I had not been expecting Dekle’s rash action. When he said he was capturing me for information, I assumed that he would be capturing all of us. But that was foolish of me, I had forgotten that Dekle was no longer the boy I remembered. He has been ruthless enough to sacrifice his own men to catch me, of course he would easily murder my teammates in cold blood. I heard a scream from behind Dekle and I immediately panicked. A sword had been drawn against Roman’s neck and Dekle instructed his men to kill Roman if we made the sl

O baka naman pinagtatakpan lang nila ang isa't isa? Aish! Ayaw ko lang naman silang palabasin ng compound dahil delikado sa may labasan marami ang mga dumadaang sasakyan at nag hahabulang pulis at magnanakaw, baka mamaya mapahamak pa sila.

It was the reason he was tormenting me, after all. “Also,” he continued, “Someone sent me a text message.” “What text?” Kai asked. “In the text was a name. A clan name, to be precise. Les Morts d’Ivoire.” My heart skipped a beat. “Les Morts d’Ivoire?” “Yeah. Sound familiar?” I nodded. “Alistair’s clan.” Jay shifted in his chair. “How come I’ve never heard of it?” “Heard of The dead Ivory?” Alistair’s clan was known to foreigners as the dead Ivory. In New Jersey, they used Les Morts d’Ivoire. It meant the same thing.

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

The grey dust clung to fur and whiskers, and no amount of shaking could dislodge it. By the time the light began to fail — though “fail” was too kind a word for the way the sky simply drained — they had passed the first corpse. It was a deer, or what remained of one. The antlers were intact, curving up like pale branches, but the body had collapsed in on itself as if something had scooped out the inside and left only fur and bone. No smell of rot. No scavengers. The Blight’s touch was clean in its destruction.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.