Maximum Carnage Reading Order Novels & Stories

I want you to cum while I'm still inside you. He did. He came with a broken scream, cock spurting weakly over the sheets as his ass milked me through my next release. I flooded him again, so much cum it pushed out around my shaft in a creamy white mess that dripped onto the floor. We collapsed together after that bodies slick, shaking, spent. I pulled out slowly, the drag making him whimper from the overstimulation. Thick ropes of my cum poured out of his ruined hole, running down his ass and soaking the sheets. His chest heaved. His eyes were glassy, dazed, and glowing with something I was too terrified to name.

WORLD: DRACULA CASTLE – DEATHS / RATINGS / AUTHOR BURN WORLD: CARNIVAL – FEAR INDEX / LAUGHTER INDEX WORLD: GAME CITY – SPECTACLE METRICS / TARGET VALUE Bars and numbers crawled under each heading. DEATHS: HIGH, RATINGS: HIGH, AUTHOR BURN: MODERATE. FEAR INDEX: PEAKED CYCLE 287, CURRENT: STABLE. SPECTACLE METRICS: ABOVE TARGET. “‘Author burn’,” I read aloud, the words sticking. Selene’s mouth tightened.

People are dying because of my decisions. The scene before them was a macabre spectacle of savagery, far from a just battle or honorable warfare. It was a ruthless fight where two werewolves mercilessly overpowered another. The road was drenched in blood, creating a hauntingly red canvas. The air echoed with furious growls and the harrowing sounds of savagery. Organs and flesh littered the ground, a testament to the brutality. Ethan, his eyes burning an ominous red, had lost all semblance of control. In his frenzied state, he became a threat to everyone, teetering on the brink of uncontrollable destruction.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

I said, gesturing to the large roof-to-floor height window, “I built this great empire, I wouldn't mind burning everything and everyone with it to the ground if I'm not providing with the very last bloodline of my murder. I really regret letting someone who shouldn't be here stay. Everyone in the small peaceful family will pay for the deceitful love their foremother showed me. Through the window, they could all see their home burn. Yes, this revenge would thrust like a fresh sweet wine. Cheers to sweet reprisal. “Please master,” One amongst the high howlers who was brave enough spoke, “ Please I beg of you, show mercy on us, we know nothing of how badly our ancestors have treated you,” “That

I didn't wait to see when he would fall as I wasn't done killing the rest of the wolves. I got out of my haze after a while, and my eyes finally looked around and registered what it was I was seeing. Absolute Carnage was in the room, dead bodies littered everywhere and blood soaked the ground with splashes on the wall. The room looked like a monster had gotten to them and killed them all. My hands felt heavy and looked at them only to realise that it was the blood from everything that I had done and all the killing I had done as well. "Cassie!" heard from the doorway.

POV: Wolfy Chaos is merely an equation with too many variables. To the untrained eye, the Razor’s Edge canyon was a slaughterhouse. Smoke from the burning lead hauler choked the narrow pass. Turning the midday sun into a bloody smear. Highblood rebels—their forms blurry with speed—leaped from the sandstone ridges. Firing kinetic rounds that sparked harmlessly against the Vanguard’s heavy armor. To me, it was a graph. And the slope was wrong.

Jade was pacing, his boots scuffing against the cracked pavement, and Shane leaned against the wall like he was trying to disappear into it, his jaw tight and eyes locked on the ground. Alpha Camden stood ahead of us, stoic as always, his broad back tense and unmoving. Beta Raymond was right beside him, arms folded, brow furrowed so deep I thought it might never smooth again. We were all trying to process what we had just seen. Those rogue wolves... their bodies had simply decayed before our eyes. Collapsing in on themselves like time had fast-forwarded decades in mere seconds. And the blood... god, the blood. “It was black,” I said, more to myself than anyone else, my voice hushed and disbe

Carmilla followed the debris, using the shockwave to execute a blindingly fast flip that brought her feet-first onto Lord Cassian's velvet tier, her bare hands snapping the ancient elder’s staff into useless pieces before he could even summon a single ward. The sheer, terrifying brutality of the lovers' stand flattened the summit's confidence. The howls of the pack died out, replaced by a primitive, desperate panic. The vanguard guards broke formation, fleeing backward into the smoke as they realized their ancient laws were completely useless against a love that had turned into a literal engine of war.

One moment, the tension rang like a tuning fork in the dusk; the next, the world atomized into gunpowder and teeth. Carolina didn’t think. She let the wolf muscle take over, all snapping limbs and flayed knuckles. She saw Marcus go down, saw Lyra’s knife bloom red at the hollow of an enemy’s throat, saw Sybil’s smile leap from her face as Carolina’s fist broke it wide. The world narrowed to a tunnel, and at its far end, the city howled for closure. At last, in the static hush after the carnage, Carolina pinned Sybil to the ground. Blood slicked the stone under her knees; it was hard to say if it was hers or Sybil’s or the city’s own.