Best Gore Dead Woman Novels & Stories

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

I had accidentally uncovered a secret. My mate, Theo Burke, was said to have died in battle. But in reality, he had assumed the identity of his twin older brother, Liam Burke. Since then, he had been spending his nights breeding with Mia Parker, Liam's mate. … I had just returned from the forest when I noticed that Agatha Rune, a witch, had come to the Thornroot pack. I hid in a corner and overheard an exchange. "You'll need to prepare more of the potion that masks my scent. I can't let Olivia find out that I'm actually Theo."

The heavy mahogany table was abandoned, littered with forgotten water glasses and torn legal papers, but the memory of her performance was burned into the back of my retinas. I had watched her through the camera feeds. I had listened through the micro-comm as my quiet, reserved wife walked into a room full of apex predators, pulled out a digital blade, and systematically slaughtered every man who had tried to take my empire. She hadn't just saved my voting blocks —she had executed a hostile corporate takeover without firing a single bullet, looking completely divine in her tailored charcoal suit while doing it. The Ghost.

(Warning: Slight gore) AN APARTMENT A group of spectators were seen gathered in the living room, series of murmurings could be heard. At the centre of the spectators was a bloody, grotesque figure of a woman. Her limbs were broken out of shape. A huge cut ran through her stomach and all of her internal intestines had been cleanly dug out. Dried blood could be seen on her forehead, tangling her hair together. “Another death again? “ “This one is even worse that the others”

He was the only one remaining standing in their group. "K-Kiko dude, d-don't let that toadman mock on us..." His men watched him while cheering inwardly. Shing! -50 hp, a red text appeared in Kiko's vision. GOORRRRrrrrr!!! One of the golems died while wailing in agony. "Fufu, t-that is awesome, he was fighting three at the same time, yet, he managed to kill one and wounded the other two," the woman instructor commented.

She’s managed to calm her breathing, but still feels too warm to him, “You feel hot, like ill hot.” She puts her own hand to her forehead, then sighs, “It’s just another aspect of my periods, I get warm. I also get extremely horny, so there’s a silver lining for you. Not that I’m not always a little horny around you.” George laughs and kisses her temple, standing up to grab their food. He joins her in the bed and they eat while he informs her that Hector and Nadia are both dead and in the process of being buried. She’d nods,

I swallowed it down and tried to keep pushing forward. We turned the corner for the first tunnel and the smell was much worse down here. Looking around with my circle of light I kept scanning the area for her, but I didn’t see anything right away. I caught a glimpse of something, and running over I could see a body on the ground, I hollered back to the troops, and we all ran over to it. It was a female about seventeen maybe nineteen at most. Rolling her over we could see she had been dead for a while. Her throat had been ripped out and she was starting to decay, her eyes stared off into space lifeless. Rouges kill for the hell of it, this was something that infuriated me about them.

And before the voluptuous woman could reach the girl whom she initially thought would only serve as a bait to lure the traitor out, another person suddenly appeared next to her and delivered a very sharp and powerful kick on her stomach. "Arrrghhhhh!!!!" The dungeon keeper let out a loud groan as her body collided with the wall. A few seconds later, her body spasmed. But since she was also a system user, she didn't have to suffer long from the aftershocks and other effects. However, when Gloria recovered from the blow and the pain dealt by Agatha's high heels on her midriff, despite dying to show her anger in full glory, she regrettably found that the place was already empty of anyone else's

Familiar. From the trees, a figure emerged—a woman wrapped in grey cloth, face obscured by a veil. She moved gracefully, but every step sent a chill down my spine. Steve stepped forward. "Who are you?" The woman stopped. Her voice was like smoke—soft and dangerous. "I am the Mourner. And I’ve come for the Daughter of Death." My blood ran cold. "What do you want with her?" Steve asked, taking a protective stance. The Mourner lifted her veil, revealing eyes that glowed silver. Not alive. Not dead. Something else.

From her divine sense, she could see that the woman had sharp yet deathly pale features, looking like she was once a noble lady who wasn't able to bath for seven days and was starved for just as long. This was a clear sign of an excess of death qi insider her body. If her master-whoever practiced necromancy, as his disciple, then she practiced it too. She was probably over-exposed to death qi. The ghastly howls of her ghost saber further strengthened this guess. No necromancer had an abundance of vitality; how could a female one retain any of her youth or beauty? Yin guessed that her action of using death qi earlier to kill the poison needle-wielding intruder had aroused the interest of this