Cute Gore Novels & Stories

The crone replied. Marie turned her attention back to Seb and her heart dropped. Seb wasn't howling anymore but growling. His eyes were beaming a bright yellow and had doubled in size. His fingernails had changed into claws and he began using them to rip off large chucks of skin off his chest. Beneath the skin was black thick fur like hair. It was the color of the night sky and so shiny it looked wet. Seb dropped to his knees withering in pain when his bones began to snap and pop at unnatural angles.

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.

The grouping of wolves that were forced to watch stayed stock-still in silence; fear and disgust holding them in place as their brother slowly withered away from the brutal disfiguration that was making their stomachs roll. Using the deadly sharp knife, Corbin cut a wound down to the waistband of Elliot’s trousers that was now large enough for a small person to climb in through and hideaway amongst the gore. He then brought the knife up to the very top of his shoulder blades and drew the knife left to right, forming a ‘T’ shape in the muscle, before letting the knife clatter to the floor as he stood up and back a couple of steps to admire his handiwork so far, ignoring the sticky blood that

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.

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—

Whenever Connor passes out, Mtungagore's bees joilt him awake. Blood is spurting out from almost all his orifices but the siblings are not done. His legs are decapitated join by join. Jerry pulls out a pocket knife and cut of his member and I can tell that all the male wolves present are wincing in apprehension. Even I feel his pain.

I made the mistake of looking over at Batiti and Shaylee fighting in vain to take the Nuckelavee down. Horror sunk in as I watched the creature lift an arm above it's head, swinging it's long razor claws down. The sharp pain in my side brought my attention back to reality as a Goblin sunk his blade into my side.

Vera asked as she pointed at my computer screen. I followed the line of her finger and realized that she had pulled up the page that I had intentionally hidden earlier. There was a photo of a pup on the screen. He looked to be about three years old. His eyes were closed, his long lashes casting shadows down his cheeks. His serene expression made it look like he was just sleeping. "Pup: Ryan Barrington. Father: Felix Barrington. Mother: Wendy Snow. Note: Deregistered a year ago." My colleagues immediately fell silent. They looked at me carefully and asked, "It's just a coincidence that this she-wolf has the same name as you, huh?"

I snarled under my breath and ran a hand down my face. No matter who I tortured, no matter how long, I never got an ounce of their blood on my hands. During the messier sessions I’d end up with a splatter or two on my face, mostly from slit throats, severed limbs, and sliced arteries, but never my hands. Cole had poked fun at my ritual, but I knew without asking that he admired the cleanliness since he himself would descend into madness and find himself coated in blood and gore the moment he made the first cut.