Gore Novels & Stories

Van Gogh, one of the junior colleagues hissed. "And you all claim to be experts!" Flying dragon bolted. "It is not time to yell and quarrel. We have to make physical enquiries and get to know at least one thing about that guy before we use the computer, typing random names and workplaces won't help us here" Lee, a Korean guy suggested.

Malachi, Levi, William, Adara, Jessica, Kiran, and Falcon were all gathered there. “Okay, this is weird,” I said. “You weren’t supposed to bring Kari with you,” Kiran said, and Kari turned to look at me. “What’s going on?” I asked. I looked at Falcon, but he looked down, not able to meet my eyes. Kiran walked toward me and placed his hands on my shoulders. His eyes seemed to blaze with fire. “Ganga undi.” His blue flames enveloped us, and my first instinct was to fight it.

But his face remained unreadable to them. Raine leaned forward eagerly. “What do you think about it? she asked. Paulo swallowed, then he nodded once. “I now understand why assassins use poison instead of this.” Lewis nearly choked laughing. Mrs. Gloria laughed openly this time. Raine looked horrified. “Then you should have it as your final meal,” she spat. Paulo reached for another bite. He ate it, took another and ate it again. He kept eating. “You hate it but you’re still eating,” Lewis said, mockingly.

The tool demands for a choice to be made, for the cowardice to be relinquished by a certain power I just don’t possess. Fear boils to a scorching heat, and I yank at the charger before my data can reconnect itself. I drop the phone as if it were soaked in wolfsbane, slamming the small drawer shut with a disgruntled groan. My feet scramble to get away from the device, backing me up and away from the wobbling nightstand.

Up in the distance, there was a huge crowd, Gregory pointed "That's speakers corner, its where people can use their free speech to spread messages to the public" I looked to see a man speaking through a megaphone to the gathering crowd "That's Tommy Robinson, he's got a huge gathering as you can see, he's very popular" "Whats he protesting about?" I ask watching the crowd "He's protesting about young girls being raped by Muslim gangs, it's a big problem here, we should move, the police will be here soon" "Why?" "They don't like Tommy and what he stands for" "I don't get it?" I say confused

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

If it is a prank I support my dad killing them both. As soon as Mr. Lorenzo knocks on the door I receive a text. I look at the phone and it's Rene. RENE: Going shopping then after we go to the spa. "Who's that?" Mom asks me. "Cole." I lie. Then I put my phone back in my pocket. Someone opens the door. An old man, I've seen him around. He's short, has long grey hair and he lives on his own. I think he. . . Oh my God, his grandparents were one of the first people to be killed by wolf hunters in Texas, if we're coming to him for vervain that means he knows vampires killed his grandparents. If he knows vampires exist why not say anything? Why not tell the pack?

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He knocked his forehead against the ground repeatedly as he apologized over and over again. Conrad furrowed his brows at the sight of Grote, then at Wilbur. He did not know what Grote was so afraid of. Grote was a legendary warrior who never backed down, even in the face of death. Yet… he had just admitted defeat like that. Also, who did that voice coming out of Wilbur even belong to?

Roy is presently in a 70:30 situation, which meant his chances of dying were high, due to the amount of wolfsbane he was injected with. “He was injected with wolfsbane.” he finally replied. “What’s that?” Kimberly asked, her eyes furrowed in confusion. Elijah nervously ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t want to scare Kimberly, but she deserves to know the truth. “It’s a substance that temporarily numbs the wolf in a werewolf. Vampires use it when fighting, as an easy way to kill our kind.” “Roy is going to be okay, right?” she nervously asked.