Cute Gore Novels & Stories

I already planned it and I know it will work. “But if you don’t find it… You’re dead” I added. I stood up and pulled him up and made him look at me, even though he didn't want to. I stabbed him on his left leg and I heard him scream in pain, that makes me smile, because it is music to my ear. I saw Mang Berto shaking his head. I don’t know if he is already pitied, but I don’t care because I am just starting to enjoy every piece of Ross. I lean to him and smell him like a hungry wolf. Smelling on him like food, like how he smell me before he rape me and then I break his right arm. I heard the breaking bones. As well as his scream that makes me more excited about the game that I prepare.

Their bodies full of holes and their mouths drenched in blood. Not yet, my wolf growled. Damn right not yet. I need more blood to rain until the whole room explodes in its lustful rust. I need more bones to decorate my floor, more guts to sketch my walls, more heads to liven my frames. A twisted laugh leaves my lips. I dragged my feet towards the lot of omegas, kneeled beside them, and slowly trailed my fingers on a woman's face. The same fingers gouged her eyes out, peeled the skin off her face before finally thrusting another man's spine in her mouth. I moved to another man and with a force of my hand, I tugged his tongue out and replaced it with a woman's lungs. I chuckled again. Isn't th

"You could have just told me what it is. There’s no need to trouble yourself with my death threats just to do it yourself." "I'm happy to help, can't I?" Shawn Tan held up his glasses, with some innate nobility, threw away the leaves, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his fingers slowly and methodically. The corner of Bella's mouth twitched slightly. "A leaf is just a leaf. Do you have some OCD tendencies?" "What a humor," Shawn said with a smile. Bella glanced at him from the side before chuckling. Her guarded expression slowly dissipated. The two were still busy talking and teasing one another when they both turn to look behind them when the disgusting scent of rogue wolves filled the air

And as I move toward him, he takes his eyes and heads to the ground in a low bow. I began to walk into another hallway with him behind me; the one that held my subjects. I hear the fast thud of Augustine's heartbeat, I also hear their heartbeats as well, and I can tell how many they are in the room ahead. My senses kick in. I twitch my nose and my golden eyes flare up in the dark hallway; I detest the smell of Aarde, it is the smell of the Karbouter, also known as the Goblin. I smell it first before the whiff of the Werewolves and vampires runs up my nostrils.

Caleb groaned, his hair askew as he walked out of his room, I could see a few other guys with hands rubbing their eyes as they stared at me. Shit! This wasn’t a private lodge. “Uhm, I thought I saw a bug,” I whispered. “A bug?” Caleb asked, and I could hear the slight doubt in his tone. I nodded. “Yes,” I muttered letting out a nervous laugh. “I don’t like bugs, and I fear that has made me a little squeamish.” They didn’t look like they believed me, but they all nodded. Caleb's eye ran down my form. “Must be an interesting bug,” he muttered.

Agnes commanded, low and lethal. A servant scurried forward, snatched the discarded fur, and held it out with trembling hands. Agnes’s gnarled fingers parted the plush white pelt with surgical precision. She paused. Then she drew out two slender silver needles, each tip stained a dull, unmistakable black. The room went deathly still. Everyone knew what black blood meant on a werewolf. Wolfsbane. “If either of those had struck an artery…” someone breathed from the back, voice trailing into horrified silence.

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The Ghoul giggled until the gurgle of death and a fountain of blood was all that was left to be heard or seen. But......in victory there was also death. One overzealous female leopard, with fur covered in large white and grey and silver splotches, naming her a clouded leopard tripped up and got to close to the dying Ghouls snapping, giggling maw. In the blink of an eye, fangs had latched into her back leg. Blood and black spit flowed down her fur and paw as the horrible sound of crunching bone and pained growls lit the chaotic air.

I looked at them, then at her. “What we should dress like they do to blend in, our normal stuff, is what we wore back when Vikings were still raiding and pillaging. “Where did you get this?” I asked her. “We went shopping the other day, before we went to the bar.” I shook my head and got up, heading to my tent; I washed the blood off. They must’ve removed whatever it was from the vampire, because I was finally healing. I removed my normal gear and put on the clothes Sáta had given me if you could call it that, the black skirt barely covered my ass, and the shirt was no better a blood red halter top that showed off my midsection.

His fingers drummed against the windowsill, the rhythm growing faster, betraying the unease he refused to name. His warriors, known for their flawless tracking skills, scoured every inch of land. Yet no matter how many warriors or hounds he sent out, they all circled back to the same place—the abandoned well. His frustration boiled over as he paced furiously around it, refusing to believe that the corpse inside was mine. Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, he snapped his fingers. "I see it now! She must've used a Burrowing Technique—that's why the hounds keep leading us here."