Cute Gore Novels & Stories

It woke her up a bit, but the vision of that arm seemed painted in her mind. She suddenly wasn’t sure if she could continue. ‘God, now I feel like an idiot… I can understand why Alastair didn’t want me to come here’ that revolting smell that came from the corpse-less-limb surrounded them, becoming stronger as they walked further. She realised then that the sight they would meet would be gruesome. Very gruesome. When they came across the place the smell came from Alexis almost fainted at the gruesome sight before her. The goblins, small and green, with cystic acne like texture marring their faces and sharp teeth which they sunk into other goblins, ripping apart their meat.

When he stepped away a little, Harlow’s eyes immediately looked down at his crotch, which was bulging and straining against his sweat pants. Gore gave her a large wolfish grin. “Like what you see?" His eyes flashed, a sign that the beast was close to the surface. "You need to put that away, or something." Harlow point down. Gore's smile widened. “There is only one place I would like to put it, In Y-O-U." Gore advanced on her again. His tongue invaded her mouth. When they broke apart, Harlow was left panting, and her mind reeling.

the warriors greeted as they carried the corpse inside and put it on another empty operating table. “After we made rounds around the borders, we noticed the corpse hidden under the shades of the tree and dead fallen leaves covering it. And also..” Removing the white cover, everyone gritted their teeth as some couldn’t bear the sight of the corpse and shivered in fear. Although the corpse was not headless, two of its fingers were severed, and all ten of his toes were removed. His body was also full of bruises and wounds. Gelle used a scissor to tear the corpse’s shirt and what they saw left them speechless. The first layer of the corpse’s skin in its chest was peeled off with a scribble carve

She blew softly on the part of hers hand that felt the pain. Suddenly, a familiar shoe stopped right in front of her. Angel looked up, she could see a tall and handsome man looking at her with a thin frown on his forehead. Him eyes dropped to the wound that Angel had gotten. "Again?" He asked. Him thin lips parted slightly. "This is normal," replied the woman. She tilted hers head slightly. "Did you just come home?" Angel asked the man. "Yes. The lecturer who entered this time was very beautiful, I was really lulled by her," said the man with a happy face. He then took a seat next to Angel.

Lua's POV: I wake up with a strong headache and my body aching from head to tow. Remembering my training I make sure not to move and to only open my eyes enough to access my surroundings. I take slow breaths to take in every scent I can, but the only thing I can smell is the forest and freshly washed sheets. I scan the cabin without moving my head and see two men in the corner arguing. Now that I know where I am and how many windows/doors there are, I have to figure out what these two are planning. They have no aura so they're either human or vampires.

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.

Also, I was curious to see how Philip and Brenda would react when they found out the person they had skinned and cut up to pieces was me. Brenda picked up on something more to Layla's words. She grabbed her wrists. "Layla, what are you talking about?" There was not a hint of regret on Layla's face. "That useless wench won't come back anymore. She's been buried in that sculpture since the beginning." "You're saying… That person was Hazel?" Brenda subconsciously took a few steps backward. On the other hand, Philip covered his mouth and stood frozen to the spot. He must have recalled that the skeleton was missing the bones of three fingers. He had spent a lot of time creating the missing parts

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

The zombie horde outside surged all at once, forcing the door wide open. A small, skinny zombie squeezed halfway through the gap. Hayley drew her saber and slashed. A gleam of steel flickered once, and every zombie pushing through that gap was cut clean in half. Boom! She kicked the cabinet hard, slamming the door closed again. But the zombie with its head through the broken window was now clawing its way in at full speed. The sharp edges of the broken glass scraped down its skull, neck, and chest, peeling away chunks of flesh as it forced its way forward. Thick, dark red pus dripped down the wooden frame like ink.

It was the most disconcerting thing and yet it felt as normal and in place as a puzzle piece. He hesistated for a few seconds but then after probably a great internal battle, his hands slowly found their way to my lower back and that was when I truly, fully broke. My father was dead. My rock. The one person who had always been there for me was dead. He smelt of travel and a light hint of some exquisite perfume. His vampire scent was sophisticated. Like expensive leather in a forest that rain had just fallen in. Definitely noble. Pure blooded vampires always had a sophisticated scent to them. Turned had a less sophisticated scent and children of turned had an even diluted scent. Similar to th