Best Gore Dead Woman Novels & Stories

The scrape of the chair legs on the marble floor was sharp and bitter, like nails on glass. She slid into the seat on his left, every movement deliberate, like she wanted me to know she’d taken second place only because he’d demanded it. Jane leaned closer to me, whispering behind the rim of her coffee cup, “Who is this woman?” My lips curved into a humorless smile. “Lorenzo’s ex-wife. Back from the dead.” Jane shivered dramatically, shoulders lifting like a gust of cold wind had just swept through. “Oh God. I feel like I’m seeing a ghost.”

Clara was watching everything and her excitement was at its peak, there she felt a constant hard"on. When she stopped at another bed with red satin bedspreads, she observed two women pleasuring each other. The two seemed to play with each other; on a table beside the bed, a lit candle was picked up by one of the naked girls. One had not a strand of hair on her head, large breasts that you could tell had silicone, a thin waist, and the black makeup gave her a gothic look, blue eyeshadow on her eyelids, black eyeliner, and lips painted with black lipstick, highlighting the teeth on display in a constant smile of satisfaction. The other, who at the moment was lying down and receiving the candle

Better to burn them all and give myself a clean slate. I struck a match, dropped it on the floor, and walked out without looking back. From across the street, I watched the house go up in flames. The orange glow lit up the whole block. The fire department and the cops would be here soon. They would find a charred body inside—I had paid off a friend at the morgue for an unclaimed female corpse. Isabella Torrino would die in that fire. Isabella Rossi would be reborn somewhere else. My phone rang. It was my mother, Sofia.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

There was still about twenty in the room and now that they were grouped together and attacking as one our chances had diminished. “Porter, look out.” A shout came and I turned just in time to see a dead inches from the back of our team mate before a blur of colour flew through the air with a metal pole and pummelled the dead to the ground. I stood in stunned disbelief for a moment staring at the new comer. A woman dressed in jeans and a blue top stood above the fallen dead blood splattering her clothes. She joined the group, Porter pulling her to the side before firing at another Dead and inching towards the right wall.

He crunches his face for a moment before his eyes turn sharp in anticipation. Inside the coffin lies a woman holding onto a bouquet of red roses, dressed in a white fitted wedding gown and with closed eyes. Her hair was the color of a pitch black void, with porcelain white skin and pale purple lips that screamed undead. "Amor," he calls out, and in a moment, the woman opens her eyes as though she was the dead that came back to life. Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man,

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Samus was petrified, his legs turned weak and he fell to the ground. Deborah covered her mouth and almost threw up while Darcy turned pale and gagged a few times. A woman jumped off the building and landed right at the entrance. Blood splattered and tainted the ground around her. The dead woman faced Darcy, staring at her with her blank gaze. “Kelly Clarkson is dead!” High up in the building, two men and a woman stood before the ceiling-to-floor window. They swirled the glasses of wine in their hands as they looked at the red spot down on the street.

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu