Cannibal Novels & Stories

“I studied. Trained for the main test and scored higher than all medic alphas. I was the one who wrote the thesis on the cannibalism between species.” Her lips puckered into an O, and I tried not to look at them. Why is she making that weird expression? “That is so cool. I read that thesis. So damn wow. How did you determine that? People hate the thought of cannibalism, and I do too. But vampires feed on people, which in turn is cannibalism and some werewolves have been known to maul people. It’s all a mess. But your thesis showed the damages that can be done depending on who eats what. You went i

’ she thought, confused. Mel brushed off the thought and decided not to bother herself with Bjorn this night. She went ahead with her plan to make friends with the other women of Grime, heading over to some of the female encampments, glad she wasn’t the only one dressed in the ridiculous attire. Supper that evening consisted of spicy mutton soup which disturbed Mel as she had never really fancied spicy dishes. The women assured her that there were varying degrees of how the dish could be prepared and they made the exception of preparing a milder variation for Mel, something she insisted she could do without.

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

Her eyes hardened at my answer. “So then what, I’m supposed to just sit here till I starve to death? Because that sounds worse than you just eating me." she folded her arms in a huff. “I have food." I gestured to where I stored the smoked meat. “You have the flesh of three boys I knew." she glared at me. “I would rather starve than become a cannibal like…" she started to shout but then pressed her mouth shut tight. “Like me? Is it really cannibalism when I am not a human? In that same avenue of thought, would it make me a cannibal to eat steak like humans?" I questioned.

Toni couldn't help saying, "But you still eat them. Doesn't that make you a cannibal?" "I prefer the term carnivore. Dead meat is dead meat. I'm not saying it makes the most appetizing of meals, but it's necessary if the essence isn't to go to waste." "But you're already so strong now. Why keep eating? Couldn't you just bury him? Don't you have enough power?" Toni tried to reconcile the ardent lover with the unrepentant cannibal. It was hard. On the one hand, his dark side repulsed her. His very nature disgusted her. Yet, outwardly he remained the same: handsome, engaging, and still her only viable choice aside from Marc.

Laughing and screaming, some fighting with each other for a show. Vomit arose in Anna’s throat. They could see a crude line of iron cages full of weeping, pleading fairies and trolls, werewolves, and witches. Others were strung up from poles, and still, others were surrounded and taunted by groups of feral. But the ultimate dreadfulness playing out before their eyes was not one of torture and ravishment, but cannibalism. The feral was eating their hostages one by one. Some took the time to impale the victims and roast them over the flames. Others had no such civility, eating the poor humans alive and drinking their blood. The hostages were not being held for r

Laughing and screaming, some fighting with each other for a show. Vomit arose in Diana’s throat. They could see a crude line of iron cages full of weeping, pleading humans and trolls, werewolves, and witches. Other humans were strung up from poles, and still others were surrounded and taunted by groups of ferals. But the ultimate dreadfulness playing out before their eyes was not one of torture and ravishment, but cannibalism. The ferals were eating their hostages one by one. Some took the time to impale the victims and roast them over the flames. Others had no such civility, eating the poor humans alive and drinking their blood. The hostages were not being he

“Why would he eat her?” “Because,” he began, “Nephelim are tied to heaven and earth. The Border is near impenetrable. But something born of angel and man holds the power to cross it with relative ease. Ingesting one,” he said through gritted teeth, “grants one the same passage.” I shuddered. “That's cannibalism.” He chuckled lowly. “As if my kind have any moral scruples.” “I can't bear to look,” I whispered.

by Leo’s carnal frequency, their bodies locked in a state of Nutritional Fealty to the boy who had once been their technician, but was now their Predator. "Darlene, the floor... it’s reading as Marrow-Debt!" Eryx’s voice rang out, his Lament-Steel nebula flickering with a terrifying, terminal grey. My mate was kneeling at the edge of the moss, his hands moving through the marrow as if he were trying to stop a global hemorrhage. "The Cannibal Protocol is a Retroactive Consumption! If Leo 'Devours' you, the 'Sovereignty' is deleted as a High-Calorie Asset and the cycle Resets to the Zero-Hour Carnage!". The Beast-Leo lunged, and the floor beneath us began to Lac

@Cristy Tan This is the most amusing episode of Live Suicide. I find it hard to believe someone suggested they are cannibals because and think they consume human flesh after they've died at Live Suicide. Hahaha. Our Suicider even considered tonight that he would sell his body organs and resell them to syndicates in order for Adrastos to get financial compensation. @Patricia Velarde