Maximum Carnage Reading Order Novels & Stories

VALEN’S POV- I side-eyed Gamma Blayne furiously. He immediately bowed his head and averted his gaze. The stench of blood got stronger, permeating my senses, causing my legs to speed up. I can't stand the thought of any more of our members getting hurt or killed. "What the hell..." I trailed off as I inched closer, crouching down and examining the line of dead bodies. It was just downright sick and twisted to use them for a ransom note effect.

My eyes followed the flame that crept to him fast and furious. His scream of agony filled the room as his flesh burned and he felt it.. Felt every bit of it until his voice died.. His corpse staying lump as it burned.. He is dead.. Finally.. 💢💢Warning!!! Sensitive scene ahead. Don't read further if you're sensitive💢💢 --- Alex She stood there, panting, staring at the corpse. Blood splattered across her face, her clothes, her hands. But her eyes— Her eyes were clear.

I took a deep breath. It smelled like metal and blood and death. The red tint that was threatening the edges of my vision had fully taken over. Everything was a rose tinted masterpiece. Around me were bodies of my carnage. They dropped like flies in the path of flamethrower. It felt so good. All of them were dead. The threat was over. Looking up from the massacre, I saw a few wolves starting to make their way out of the buildings.

His lifeless eyes, his severed head, his half chewed face…I look at everything and I know it instantly that this is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. ‘ Turn around and come back. ’ Cain forces his way in my mind and I shake my head, looking back to find his huge black wolf fighting the remaining hunters who refuse to retreat. His red glowing eyes meet my own for a moment and I completely make it out of the hazy state. I detach my eyes from his red glowing eyes and look at the bodies piled up in my way. The severed arms, chewed flesh, detached limbs and heads, blood flowing like an untamed river and seeping into the ground…My feet grow weak when I look at the massacre I have caused.

Fighting a group of scraggly Vampire rebels who had no clue what being discreet meant had to be easier than taking out the Rhineharts and Thier dynasty. I did not plan to hurt Amelia, as long as she did not try to stand in my way. She was my mate after all, and she could either come to terms with her new life, or she'd be caught up in the war between I and her family, and if that happened -- I cannot tell if I would be able to restrain my wolf from stealing the very life put of her. Killing one's own mate was called setra, it was the highest form of torture, but I did not mind, I had nothing much to live for. I loved the pain.

Brutal. Time became meaningless..measured only in heartbeats and blade strikes, in the burning of muscles and the copper taste of blood in the air. Dawn crawled over the horizon, painting the carnage in shades of gold and crimson. Bodies littered the ground, friend and foe alike, the earth drinking deep of what they offered.

Deadly. Across from us, human armies stand tall with tanks and bullets and fear. Their numbers mean nothing. The moment the first shot fires, we charge. Guns. Claws. Carnage. We don’t stop until the city drowns in ash and silence. ——— Buildings fall. Flames rage. I scream until my throat bleeds. Caden roars beside me, his body burning bright, his fire scorching glass and metal. The force of it shatters windows. People drop to the ground, curled into themselves, sobbing from the weight of our wrath.

SARA In all the time I had spent envisioning Alpha Rune coming to rescue me, never once did it occur to me that the reality would involve this level of absolute carnage and total destruction. I had, perhaps naively, imagined it would be similar to his breach of the dungeon—swift, surgical, and relatively quiet. I wasn't prepared for the smell of ozone, the spray of hot copper on the stone, or the guttural screams of men I had seen eating breakfast only hours before.

Reality one The world snapped into focus—a scene painted in carnage. River soldiers lay scattered, lifeless, blood pooling on the cracked ground. The sky was a sickening crimson. Slowly, Hound turned, his breath shallow as his eyes locked onto a single horrifying sight: Argent. Her head impaled on a spear-like weapon, her expression frozen in betrayal. His heart raced. His breathing grew uneven. The darkness reclaimed him. Reality Two

Her amber eyes flitted with shards of gold, slowly backing away from the man she never bothered to love. Before she could say anything, another racket saw everyone jump back. One by one, falling like dominoes, the ties around the banner poles gave way. A sea of orange and gold banners blasted to full stretch in the wind like the proud sails of a ship. Except written in stark black paint was the truth. Huge, undeniable truths for every Alpha, Luna and Beta to read and digest. Cass hadn't mentioned this bit, but it was magnificent. SCARRED ALPHA AYR MURDERED ELDER BRENT