Maximum Carnage Reading Order Novels & Stories

*****CARA'S POV**** The battlefield had become a living nightmare, a chaotic storm of blood, smoke, and death. Wolves tore through the ranks of soldiers, fangs flashing, claws raking armor and flesh alike. Moonshine struggled at the center of the carnage, surrounded by Lord Thane’s most vicious lieutenants, and my chest tightened as a wave of fear and rage collided inside me. Every scream of pain, every howl of despair, every strike of steel against steel stoked the fire in my veins.

The satisfying squelch echoes in my ears, drowning out the gurgled screams that last no more than five fleeting seconds. Reality slams into me like a tidal wave, my breath hitching as my vision sharpens. The world steadies, the crimson haze dissipates, and I finally take in the carnage I've wrought. Mangled bodies lie twisted at unnatural angles, their lifeblood painting the ground in gruesome patterns. The coppery scent is overwhelming, clinging to my skin, my claws, my teeth. I snarl. Fucking scum... I exhale, the raw hunger inside me finally satiated. But as I stare at the ruin before me, something cold creeps into my chest—something that has nothing to do with the blood soaking my hands.

But it was all too late. She will become his obsession. His want. His need. The hell would freeze before he would let her go. And if anyone dared to take his Hoor away from him. There will be... CARNAGE. She will become his beautiful destruction.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

Make all thresholds one threshold. Open it. Let everything trapped move. Let everything outside enter. No more lost dead. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the false shrines, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Shrine War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.

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.

Warm, coppery blood mingled with the scent of fur and scorched earth. At the edge of town, a scene of carnage awaited. Sheep, goats, and even a few cattle lay in shattered heaps, torn apart with precision. Their bodies were mangled, limbs twisted unnaturally. Evelyn’s stomach clenched. She had seen animal attacks before—wolf, bear—but this was different. Too methodical, too brutal.

185 Alex. The smell of metal and old blood hit me the moment I stepped into the slaughterhouse, but I couldn’t afford to flinch. My focus had to be absolute. Every second counted, every misstep could cost them their lives. I motioned to the team behind me, eyes scanning the dimly lit interior, and we moved with the precision of a trained unit. Silence was our weapon. Two guards near the main corridor were our first obstacle, and we neutralized them swiftly, silently, the bodies collapsing without a sound. No room for error, no chance for Caleb’s men to raise an alarm.

Celeste. Underneath her name was a single, clinical entry: Extraction successful. Settlement diverted to London account 4402. Subject 2 neutralized via induced cardiac event. I felt a coldness settle in my marrow that no winter could match. Induced cardiac event. He hadn’t just paid for her silence; he had paid for her heart to stop. He had killed the only thing I had ever loved to ensure the “merger” was clean. But it was the entry below hers that made my breath stop.

The cartel struck back within forty eight hours of Sofia’s rescue, and the response was vicious and carefully planned in a way that made it clear they had been preparing for this outcome. Five family owned businesses were attacked at the same time across the city, hit with firebombs and drive by shootings, and by sunrise Elena was staring at casualty reports that made her chest feel tight. Twelve soldiers were dead, twenty more were injured, and the damage to property ran into the millions and would take months to fix.