Novel & Cerita Cute Gore

No remorse nor mercy at all. Vulpina's eyes were wide with disbelief and rage. She let out some death rattles. She could not believe she was killed by someone who just did it so… absent-mindedly. The most powerful member of the Gore family was gone. And so soon after making her debut! The reason? She challenged Logan. The Gorex felt more than just crushing grief. They could not possibly avenge her death at all. They had lost their most powerful member and protector. There was no way they could do anything against Logan now.

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE, AND NUDITY. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. SEVERAL HOURS LATER Tears were dripping down the side of her face as she lay beneath him. Bruce was panting above her. He just gotten off on another explosion inside of her. He was looking at her with a smile as he was enjoying what he did to her. Taking her to his fulfillment. Enjoying the tortures pleasure he planted on them the past couple of hours. He lay right next to her as he caught his breath. His arms swung around her waist and his head right next to her shoulder. She turned her head slightly, so he didn’t see her crying.

But it was all too late. She will become his obsession. His want. His need. The hell would freeze before he would let her go. And if anyone dared to take his Hoor away from him. There will be... CARNAGE. She will become his beautiful destruction.

They were ill in the head, no doubt. "No, stop! Lucien please!" I try to roll my tears out again, believing that they shall create a pivoting effect on the male but he grunts and steps on a man's hand which crushes under his force that comes. I scream at the horror in front of me, but Gorius was just fine dealing with it and even enjoying it, a smile upon his scarred face. Damage has been done and I couldn't save the two who kept yelling for help. I couldn't see it anymore as I am turned away from the grotesque vision but my ears were still working. The two have been deceased, unalived by this ruthless male.

DAMIEN I stood frozen, my boots rooted to the floor as my brain tried to process the gruesome tableau in front of me. There was no trace of the vampire’s head. It was just... gone. In its place was a spray of finely crushed bone and gray matter, decorating Allison’s pristine walls in a gore-ish painting. The head hadn't just been severed, it had been atomized from the point where the collar sat. Given my line of work, I was well acquainted with gore. I’d seen bodies torn apart by lycans, drained by vampires, and rotting in ditches. But a wave of nausea hit me hard as the copper tang of fresh blood mixed with the ozone smell of burnt flesh.

His eyes turned a darker shade of brown as he flipped my body over so that my back was facing him. I heard him fidget with his pants as I needed to mentally prepare myself for what was going to happen next. His arm wrapped around my torso as he lifted me up, instantly bringing me to my hands and knees.(not anal, that shits gross😷) He proceeded to rub his tip against my slits causing my hips to buckle towards him. "Apologize for being disrespectful and breaking my rules." He said as he pushed in his tip but taking it back out, taunting me by his actions.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

open its belly. Steaming guts spilled onto the ground in slippery ropes. He finished by tearing out the throat in a final fountain of blood that soaked his fur dark red. The garden was now a slaughter yard scattered limbs, pools of blood gleaming under the red moon, the metallic stench thick in the air. Damien shifted back to human form, naked, glistening with sweat and enemy gore. His cock remained rock-hard, smeared with blood. He looked up at Monalisa in the doorway, eyes burning with possessive lust, he leaped back up in one powerful bound and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the tall library window overlooking the carnage below. Look what Daddy did for you, baby girl, he