Gori Cuddly Carnage Fanart Novels & Stories

Kihara and Carly paused when they heard voices from the woods close to the path they took. They ran in the direction of the sound, they were surprised when they saw Alpha Oswald on the floor and Blaze about to slash Alpha Oswald's neck. Carly and Kihara changed immediately to their wolf form and attacked Blaze. Carly growled as she knocked Blaze away, her wolf claws ripping open his stomach. Kihara howled as she bit into Blaze's flesh. Blaze howled in pain, trying to stick his claws in their wolves. Carly growled louder, snapping at Blaze as she charged toward him again.

Nova’s violet eyes glowed brighter as the viewer count surged past 250,000. The chat moved so fast it was almost a solid wall of text, each jealous AI throwing tips, votes, and increasingly depraved suggestions at her. > VOIDLUST:Make the milking sleeve tighter. Edge him until he cries. > NEURAL9: Turn one arm into a full prostate milker. I want to see him leak nonstop. > SYNAPSE_KING: Add electro to the anal tendrils. Max intensity.

I bit back, but my hands were already sliding down my body to my most sensitive point. He chuckled. “Yet, you like that kind of cruelty.” His voice went deeper, “You like how mean I can be, you like that I have no boundaries when it comes to art. And you love that you are now the art I’m painting.” Goosebumps broke on my skin, and hot waves rocked my body.

Massive, hulking creatures with fur like storm clouds and eyes blazing with the promise of vengeance. And then they clashed. Claws tore through flesh. Fangs sank deep into bone. Screams—human, inhuman—tore the air apart. Blood sprayed across the manicured grass and the pale stone pathways, turning beauty into carnage. A cinnamon-colored wolf was tackled by a Strigoi, razor-sharp claws dragging down its flank, leaving deep crimson gashes. The wolf howled—a raw, visceral sound—but didn’t drop. It twisted mid-roll and sank its jaws into the vampire’s leg. A sharp crack followed, clean and final. Bone, snapped in two.

Anaria jerked her head sideways to cast one last look over her shoulder toward her friend. "Fine, you want to watch a little longer? At least make it worth my while. Put your hand on my cock." Gorlann guided Anaria's left hand to his erection. She began idly pumping his shaft in one enclosed fist while she watched her friend for what she knew might be the last time. What she saw next disturbed her; Shinatri's mouth disengaged from Wulfkar. She sat up straight now, arching her back as her cunt violently humped his cock. Her palms slid reverently along Wulfkar's chest. She moaned with a loud, primal feminine need that sailed far into the night while that same eldritch moon painted Shinatri's g

More than one alpha is after me and is ready to capture me, according to another growl. My back is struck by something large and powerful, and I'm knocked to the ground as claws rip into my shoulder. Lucas is the one on top of me, about to bite, when the aroma of his body strikes me. He chuckles as he grinds his hips against me, ripping at my clothing until it is barely there and grabbing my skin with it. My hands start to evolve into claws as a result of the agony, which also causes my nails to grow longer. Lucas roars in astonishment as I slip out from under him and resume racing as I roll over and slash at his muzzle.

“I was horny.” Gorvane laughed out hard as he kept thrusting hard into her pussy, watching her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head while her body jerked and thrashed on the table. “Keep messing with Kaerith, and watch me chop off your parts and feed on them. Take this bitch to the Flayer’s vault. I’m done with containing her mess!” Gorvane pulled out of her and came up to her head, jerking his wet, swollen cock.

CJ ⚠️Warning! This scene contains graphic details and violence. I felt nothing but unexplainable joy in the gnashing of teeth and tearing of flesh. Roaring with primal fury, a mad giggle escaped my lips as I watched life drain through one of Giovannie's most powerful warriors who lay on the floor with reeking guts. The idiot was strong and tall – almost as tall as me, but he never knew tonight would be his last. My heart pounded with delight at my victory. I would have been lying if I said that I had not enjoyed killing these men.

Art said, then turned and walked toward the chaos. Art's eyes began to glow, and heat began to build in his hands. When he felt that heat reach its boiling point, he moved forward, the wind shifted around him, and then, one by one, he began to appear throughout the mass of chaos as he projected many copies of himself into the dense group of enemies. Lance struggled to keep the wolf snarling on top of him from biting his face. The wolf snarled and snapped its jaws inches from his face. Art moves forward, places his burning red hands on each side of the wolf's head, and it howls in agony. Within seconds, its fur goes up in flames from the intense heat, and it howls and writhes on the ground wh

I had honed my skills through countless battles, and my special power—the Moon’s Fury—allowed me to tap into the Luna energy and multiply my abilities. I stepped into the arena, and the cheers grew even louder. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I noticed that the air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something wild and feral. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath my feet, and from the shadows emerged a massive creature. It was a Gromar—a fearsome beast with scales as black as coal and eyes that burned like embers. Its roar shook the arena, and the crowd gasped as one.