Cute Gore Novels & Stories

Well, barely . "Hey, careful with that! We have a soccer match with the neighboring uni later y'know... I need to be extra gorgeous for the ladies that'll be watching us later~" He snickered at the fuming girl, on the verge of combusting and rocketing herself to Mars. "Do you have a death wish?" She growled.

I said, and gently pushed her aside and opened the door then walked into the room, with Caleb. The whole room was splashed with blood, floor, walls and ceiling. Three dead bodies— we can't even call them bodies anymore, fingers detached from hands, eyes removed, tongues cut, stomach cut open, their hearts taken out of their bodies and crushed, and what not!! The urge to vomit was nearly my throat, the scene looks so horrible and disgusting to look at. It looks like animals tore their limbs to limbs, but the truth is this is done by those three mysterious jerks!!

Yet, he couldn't heal because it was silver. He kept on screaming until he couldn't scream anymore. The pain was excruciating. The army of Werewolves returned to their human form. Everyone could feel the sting. Everyone except Calhoun. Calhoun had a satisfying smirk on his face. "That was..." George murmured. "Beautiful?" Calhoun completed. "Satisfying?" "Gore!" George corrected. "Exactly. Gore is beautiful, satisfying even." Calhoun said. "Party is over. Take his carcass to his kingdom as a warning gift. Tell them I said, "If they don't want to meet with the same fate as their king, I will want peace"."

He snapped at me, "Em had good intentions. Why are you giving her a hard time?" As I sank deeper into depression, Elijah and Emily visited me with some vodka to "apologize". Not only that, but they coaxed me to take ten shots on the pretext of cheering me up. When I developed a splitting headache, I asked Emily to buy some over-the-counter pain relievers. Little did I know that she'd make me take a dangerous dose of Ibuprofen mixed with alcohol. The bleeding in my stomach was what killed me. She looked pitifully remorseful at the hospital. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't even tell what I shouldn't have given her…"

She leaned closer to the screen, watching the final moment — Cerebus covering the girl with his body, his blood staining the floor. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “But for how long?”

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.

Gore painted the floor with thick, splattered strokes. The third raised a silver blade, but I severed his leg and used it to knock two more onto the far table. Metal bent, flesh split, and screams were drowned out by snarls and snapping bones. I couldn’t stop even as they fled. Every time they moved, I was already there, ripping arms from sockets, hearts from chests, spraying the walls with blood and brain matter, my body moving as if it were designed for this.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV Valentina groaned. "It was like a knife to the neck, but what Luca seems excited about is that I supposedly stabbed him in the heart.” Nico laughed, and so did I. "What's so amusing about making sure he’s really dead? " Valentina asked, looking a little puzzled.

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.

I whispered softly, the words a chilling promise of the horrors to come. With deliberate precision, I donned my gloves, the cool leather a stark contrast to the fiery intensity burning within me. I looked down at him once more, and that was when I saw it: the flicker of desperation in his eyes. But it wouldn’t save him. Nothing would. Author POV: *Gore* Screams pierced the air, echoing in Ace's ears as the only sound amidst the chaos. It was a twisted symphony that, strangely, brought him an inexplicable sense of pleasure.