Best Gore Dead Woman Novels & Stories

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.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

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

“I was horny.” Gorvane laughed out hard as he kept thrusting hard into her pussy, watching her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head while her body jerked and thrashed on the table. “Keep messing with Kaerith, and watch me chop off your parts and feed on them. Take this bitch to the Flayer’s vault. I’m done with containing her mess!” Gorvane pulled out of her and came up to her head, jerking his wet, swollen cock.

“She is no longer one of us. She's Hrazgoul now” "My daughter". The woman moans, staring helplessly at the ghoul, who is slowly getting closer. There is no recognition in its gaze, only sunken eyes staring hungrily at the people. "We can survive this !" Saren shouts, pulling a flame out of the nearest torch. "Great Mother !" Cries the man holding the torch, and runs away from Saren.

[Gia's POV] As Death pulled the lever, the sound of grinding mechanisms filled the air as several doors were unlocked and revealed hidden chambers scattered throughout the room. Each door was a different size and shape, some adorned with intricate carvings while others were plain and worn. The doors all led to dark, foreboding tunnels and halls, leading to unknown destinations. The chamber doors opened one by one, revealing dark, hooded figures emerging into the room. The reapers were cloaked in black, their faces hidden in shadow.

Dimurah paused, mouth moving in confusion. “There’s nothing wrong with this whore.” ColdKill gestured to the black-haired woman’s slender length. He stroked a hand from her slender wrist over her shoulder to cup a small perky breast. Palming it as he growled in his throat. “I’ll pay her well after I’ve humped her.” The woman giggled. Stroking his chest affectionately. “There most certainly is something wrong with her.” Savage’s hand shot out and caught her arm in a biting grip.

Leon Redfield stabbed deep inside her. Gray Danvers gasped. Her back was bent and her butt pressed harder against his. His hands slid gently over her back before squeezing her bottom, letting the big stick slide in and out. Leon Redfield could feel the pleas of pleasure deep in her throat vibrating on his cane. Her hand caressed him possessively. Gray Danvers's ferocious groan rang in his ears. “Ah!” She yelped as Leon Redfield jabbed at her G-spot.