Maximum Carnage Reading Order Novels & Stories

Chapter 29: The Last Stand Alpha Callum’s POV The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood as I stood on the battlefield, my mind racing, my body burning from the brutal fight. My pack was scattered around me, fighting with every ounce of strength they had left. The rogues were relentless, overwhelming in their numbers, and despite our best efforts, we were losing ground. The chaos of battle swirled around me—shouting warriors, the clash of metal, and the earth beneath me shaking with each strike.

Some wolves stalked into the forest, backing away with narrowed and suspicious eyes. Many shifted or stalked back to half destroyed homes. The fading scent of blood still lingered in the air, but there was finally a sense of closure. In action movies, the battle itself is always made out to be the worst part. The bloodshed and carnal violence that takes over a man when they’re at their lowest. It’s the resolution, the clean-up that’s the worst part of battle. Counting the dead, placing names to lifeless faces and bloody wolves.

Smoke drifted like dying ghosts across the ruined clearing, curling over shattered stones, broken trees, and bodies that would never rise again. The last echo of battle faded into the night, replaced by a suffocating silence. When the dust finally settled, the carnage was unmistakable—Draven wolves, Dreadmaw rogues, hunters of the Order—scattered lifelessly across the forest floor. The moon shone down like an indifferent witness to the massacre.

It howled in pain, the sound quickly fading as its heart left its body, taking its life force with it. Looking down at the warm heart in his hand, Zeke studied it for a moment before callously tossing it aside. He stood in the cemetery, staring at the bloody bodies scattered around the tombs with their chest cavities ripped wide open. The air was thick and pungent with the smell of fresh blood and as Zeke watched, the bodies suddenly combusted, simultaneously bursting into flames and leaving behind piles of ash that were soon blown away by the wind. The cemetery retained no evidence of the bloody carnage that had taken place only a few short moments ago.

My heart leaped into my throat as the shock wave surged toward us, causing Damien's grip to momentarily loosen as he staggered back in surprise. Flames erupted from the white sedan like an inferno, roaring to life with vibrant orange and yellow tongues that licked hungrily at the night air. The heat washed over my face in waves, making my eyes sting and my skin prickle uncomfortably. The acrid stench of burning metal and gasoline filled my nostrils, an overwhelming reminder of chaos and destruction.

I looked down at my stained hands, the red colour of the paint a contrast to my skin, attacking me with vivid flashes of the gory scene from the book I read through the night. The crunching of bones, the tearing of flesh, helpless screams, and growls echoed through my head incessantly like a flickering light that had no off-switch. The sounds grew more distorted, the image flashing before me growing more potent. Sinisterly beautiful grey eyes taking a crimson shade of red, fangs dripping with blood, veiny streaks scattered across the face like a violent crack of thunder.

Blood gushed from the wound, and it crumpled to the ground. The cave reeked of blood and death. My breath came in sharp gasps as I surveyed the carnage. Four down, but the sound of shuffling feet echoed from deeper within the cave. The scent of fresh blood had drawn more of them. I wiped the sweat from my brow, gripping my dagger tighter. My eyes darted to the larger blade half-buried in the blood. I sprinted towards it, yanking it free just as the next wave of Tainted surged forward.

The sounds of her cries egg me on, making me roar out my wrath so that the bastards will get away from her. My vision turns to a red haze, and I don’t even remember killing the rogues. One moment there’s nothing but the blood roaring in my ears and the taste of blood on my fangs, and the next I’m opening my eyes to a scene of utter carnage. I can’t recall ever inflicting so much damage on an enemy, I’ve literally torn them to shreds, and only too late do I consider that Ella will have just listened to all of that.

The thick muscles in its arm were tight and hard like iron as it was preparing to crush my skull into the dirt. My heart was beating fast and hard as Cold sweat and dirty water ran down my forehead and into my eyes. I couldn't move. My legs felt like lead as the sharp pain in my chest kept me pinned against the wall. [WARNING! HOST EVA! TARGET IS INITIATING MAXIMUM IMPACT STRIKE! ESTIMATED TIME TO BIOLOGICAL CRUSH: 1.8 SECONDS. PROBABILITY OF SURVIVAL: ZERO PERCENT. CHOOSE A DEFENSIVE MANEUVER IMMEDIATELY!]

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.