Maximum Carnage Reading Order Novels & Stories

This temporary assignment had become a catastrophe of gore and brutality. The earth beneath them was a river of blood, a sucking, crimson mire. Some bodies were so mutilated, so utterly destroyed, there was no way to identify them. I had never seen such carnage. I had read about it in histories from a time before my father, but I had never witnessed it. A Tainted hadn’t been seen in over two thousand years.

I was very tired from all the running, but I suddenly felt so energetic. In no time I was at the war ground, and the sight was horrifying. Dead bodies were scattered all over, some of them still bleeding. I squinted my eyes searching through the night that was illuminated by the moon and a few fire lights, and my gaze dropped on a scene that made my heart sink. Beta Kaizan and Gamma Zane We're both lying on the ground dead, and Alpha Raphael had Alpha Thane locked up in one arm, while his other hand held a sword dangerously close to his neck.

Chapter 144: A Fragile Alliance Killian’s POV Howls, snarls, and the distant rumble of crumbling ruins filled the battlefield like a wild symphony. As wounded wolves hobbled away from the slaughter, blood smeared the ground and the metallic flavor was strong in the air. The triumph seemed hollow, even with the flickering flames lighting up the ruins of our labor. Veyron was gone, but his devastation was still there, fresh and festering like an open sore.

the crematorium, with help from Viraj Erica had already arranged an sharp shooter specially from Russia who was on his position waiting for Erica’s order, Erica knew crematorium have several open vent and windows for passing of fresh air, she and Mike purposely came here to watch Pratab Bora die right in front of their eye’s , they both got on concall with the shooter to hear every single fire, they wanted to witness his death with their own eyes, Erica kept her eyes focused on ‘Pratab Bora’ while “Kill him” she spoke through her phone, the instant those two word left her mouth she heard a bullet was fired from other end of phone following two more, her eyes were fixed on Pratab Bora, 4 b

"In the barracks, there are two different cameras in each room and office. The outside has over two hundred cameras. This is for you guys to know the danger of the operation you are going tonight" "You must not lose your earplug, and must be careful when you slid into the military base, also remember to destroy any camera you come across in order not to get seen and do it in such a way that the people inside won't notice, let me show you" she turned the desktop to face them and they could see their selves which means there is a camera in the room. She pointed at the camera on the wall, then went there and signaled them to watch the movement of her hand.

All I want is my Luna, nothing else matters to me. My walk slows as the pain intensifies. My wolf cries loudly as he feels the pressure inside our head increase, yet he refuses to leave my side, taking each agonizingly slow step towards the door with me. Somehow we make it to the door, my hand twists the knob and pulls it open. My eyes are blinded by the pure white light as my head simultaneously explodes with pain. I have no clue what’s going on with my physical body as everything fades into absolute darkness.

Suddenly, I catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye, and I turn to see a figure emerging from the mist. It's Alec. Relief floods through me as I rush towards him, but as I get closer, I can see that something is wrong. His face is twisted in pain, his body shaking with convulsions. "Alec!" I shout, but he doesn't seem to hear me. He's lost in his own world of suffering, and I don't know how to help him. I'm about to reach out to him when suddenly the world around me begins to shake. The ground trembles beneath my feet, and the river rages with renewed intensity. I turn to see several wisps emerging from the mist, their glowing orange eyes fixed on me with a hungry gaze.

Then stills. When I drop him, he’s already dead. For a heartbeat, the battlefield pauses. Ashgrave wolves stare, shock splintering through their ranks. Their Alpha, fallen. Redmaw’s, too. Two leaders lying in the dirt, their blood turning the snow almost black. Ashgrave scatters first, the shock of seeing Derren’s body enough to gut their spine. Redmaw follows when Jace signals the line forward and Blackthorn presses with vicious efficiency. The trenches swallow stragglers, Hazel’s arrows mark throats, Mara’s knives flash like punctuation in the chaos.

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

“We found some numbers written in blood in one of the cold rooms in the east wing, and Tohya took a photograph of the scene before we cleaned it up.” Yuri nodded absently at this. It is simply one of the rules of the Phantoms that any place which they go to investigate for an assignment must be cleaned up, so that no traces and clues would be left behind which might tell quite a tale about Hati or one of their targets. Yuri raised an eyebrow as she eyed the photograph incredulously, and Selina peered over her shoulder. “What is this?” asked Yuri in confusion, looking at Ren and Tohya before looking back at the photograph in her hand. “Seems like…mathematics equations to me.”