Dream X Corpse Novels & Stories

He tore her heart out. --- Vesper fell. No regeneration this time. No healing. Her body hit the cobblestones and lay still. Dax stood over her, her heart in his hand, blood dripping from his fingers. He looked at me. "It's done." I nodded. Then he collapsed. --- I crawled to him, Luna Rose pressed against my chest. "Dax. Dax, wake up." His eyes fluttered. "Is she...?" "Dead. You killed her." "Good." He tried to smile. "That's good."

she replied, but excitement didn’t die in her voice. We were about to enter the room when someone grabbed my arm from behind. “Aaahhhh,” I screamed in terror, yanking my hand away, and almost collided with the door threshold. All the terror of the past life rushed forward. For a few seconds, I found myself back in that filthy and dark cell, surrounded by those treacherous men. I covered my ears, curling up my body against the threshold to keep myself away from their reach. “Don’t touch me….. go away," I screamed, trying to breathe, but their laughter became louder.

The draft from the open vault door reaches the flame, and the flame bends once, twice, and then it is gone, and the chapel is dark, and the ledger sits in its hidden cavity beneath the granite altar stone, and the pages are still open to the authorization code that will burn the Armenise syndicate to the ground. Domenico sets the notebook on the writing desk by the window. He does not let go of my jaw. His other hand finds my hip, and the touch is deliberate and slow, the same deliberate slowness he brought to our second night, the slowness of a man who has decided that urgency is for people who do not know what they want. He knows what he wants. I know what I want. The knowing is terrifying

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

She traced the text with her fingers, feeling a radiant warmth from it. Another yell came and her eyes went back to the Warrior, struggling to pull himself free from her grasp. Damion stood in front of the other warriors, shouting at them to stay back as the ichor spread out over the man's body like a mold. He clawed with his free hand, but it only caused the substance to expand further across his body until it completely consumed him. His screams muted and his body slumped forward. Chelsea finally released him. His body staggered before he collapsed to the ground. The moment his body made impact with the floor, the ichor disappeared into a shadow mist and in its place was the Warrior's corp

So dirty, she then looked down at the figure, ah no, the bloody corpse lying pitifully with its rotten organs dug out near her feet. Xia smiling poke the zombies corpses using her feet and thought ‘If this world is an apocalypse, then there is no restriction for me to kill a few right?' Xia's smile grew bigger as she thought of this. 'This world is very interesting after all'

“Wrong. How disappointing for a coven mistress. You need to read the fine print. The spell is meant to stop me from breaking out. It says nothing about restricting your powers.” As she finishes her statement, the corpses launch themselves at us, all rotten flesh and dropping limbs. It is both disgusting and horrific. It is also effective. It separates all three of us as we scatter to avoid their clutches. I land a punch on one of them but it doesn't even deter her. Instead, my hand sinks into the soft, rotten flesh, making me almost gag with revulsion. As I evade a vicious claw at my throat, I see from the corner of my eyes as Damien rips the heads of two of the corpses at the same time and

Damien sat in the dealer’s chair, dealing himself a slow hand of solitaire, one hand stroking his cock lazily while he watched. “Raise,” Nico murmured, thrusting deeper. Cole matched the rhythm—opposite strokes that dragged every nerve raw. Samantha sobbed around the pleasure, hips lifting helplessly. Damien never looked away. “Call,” he said quietly, voice velvet command. They fucked her until she shattered—clenching around both cocks, crying out as orgasm tore through her in violent waves. Cole came first, flooding her pussy; Nico followed, grinding deep into her ass. Damien rose then, stepped to the table, and finished across her stomach—hot ropes painting her skin while she trembled bene

I can just see the headlines in the human news tomorrow about how we’re all wild and crazy animals. Well, we are. A sweat breaks out over my skin as Mick practically hums with need. Every hair on my body stands on edge and I start to see little sprouts of fur. People start talking up front, though I can’t focus on it. My mind races with too many things at once. What the fuck is happening to me? *You’re gonna plead not guilty by reason of self defense, that’s the play here. I know plenty, Ghost has eyes and ears all over, I’ve made him the Beta. Grouch is in the wind,* Doze says, matter of fact.