Gory Scenes Novels & Stories

she said as she stretched on the mattress wincing slightly as her stiff muscles creaked in opposition. “It's stupid,” he replied with a deadpanned expression. “ I don’t understand the meaning of adding sensual scenes in these movies…especially when everyone knows that they are going to die anyway and what is with the amount of blood sprayed on the floor? It's like a giantess is on her period and forgot her tampon. A human body cannot bleed that much, I am speaking from my experience of course.”

Rage and darkness rushes through my veins. That's when I lose control. I start stabbing him in the stomach, now in his abdomen then the back of his hands. His eyes, burst open hanging out of its socket and run down his face as he keeps blinking which causes the remaining of his inside to pour out like red, veiny egg yolk. I felt all eyes on see, but I didn't care. I was too focused on the gore scene I've caused, wanting more as I was not satisfied.

Gory scenes that could repulse you and make you want to puke. I've seen burnt bodies from a fire outbreak. A painful scene it was to see a little child lose both parents in a day. I've seen dead and disfigured bodies from a building's collapse and even covered the mass burials. Those were from my first few months as a rookie reporter before being diverted to the crime-related department where I saw worse. Fires that didn’t only start naturally and buildings that didn’t collapse on their own and killings that are nothing but natural. But I handled it all pretty well

She glanced over at Liza and saw Malcolm positioned above her too, her legs wrapped around his back, his buttocks pummelling up and down. ‘This what you want,’ Gary said between gritted teeth. It was not a question. His cock was twitching violently. What he’d seen had fuelled his need. His cock was always hard and hot but she had never felt it like this before. Despite the massive spending she had already had, she knew she would come again just as powerfully. She watched with fascination as Malcolm pounded into Liza. It was a mirror image of what was happening to her, being able to see what Gary was doing to her from a different perspective as well as feel it. The image excited her but then

Aaric hissed, trying to push Arabella away, but sadly he couldn't, because his hands couldn't touch her, as if he was just trying to push away a wisp of thick smoke. "You know you can't touch me with your pitiful human body," Arabella smiled triumphantly as she watched life slowly fade from Aaric's eyes, or Dr. Drake's in this case. On the other hand, outside of the glass room, many guards could only stand frozen after being flabbergasted and shocked to see the murder scene clearly displayed in front of their eyes.

The boy writhed beneath her, his body contorting in obvious agony. I cringed at the sight, but I couldn’t take my eyes away. And as she tore into his flesh, the girl’s face became a macabre mask of crimson. Her red mouth gaped, eyes monstrously wide. Blood… The word alone sent a shiver down my spine, and my stomach began to churn. The thought of my impending period mingling with the chaos below filled me with a sense of unease. My breath hitched, and I felt my heart race as the gruesome scene below unfolded.

There is a dressing mirror right in front of us in this position and the moonlight streaming in through my windows only helped to illuminate our sex depraved filth. He hooks my legs over his so that I’m completely open and my weeping hole is on full display. His thick shaft presses along my slit, pulsing and ready to fill me up. My mouth waters at the sight. “Like this,” he breathes against my ear. “I want to watch my cock disappear inside you. I want you to see your greedy cunt take it.” He reaches down, lines himself up and pushes inside. The angle is every shade of heat. Obscene with the way I see every inch of him disappear as he sinks deep.

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.

I suddenly could feel eyes on us and hear the music change, becoming dirtier and even filthier. Suddenly it was his cock pressing against me and not his fingers. He pushed inside in one brutal thrust and I moaned, loud and shameless, no longer giving a fuck about who sees. In fact, I liked them looking at me. I liked the reaction on their faces. The men were increasing the temple of their movement as they fucked their partners while looking at me. "Look around," Dante ordered. I turned my head and through my mask, I saw people watching us. A man stroking himself. A woman is grinding against her partner while staring at us.

The alley turned into a slaughterhouse. Garbage cans shattered, lids clanged, blood smeared across the pavement. The air stank of iron and wet fur. One by one, they fell. Some under Gregor’s merciless claws, others under my half-panicked, half-instinctual strikes. And then—it was quiet. Ten bodies littered the alley. Blood pooling, steam rising from torn flesh in the cold air. Gregor stood in the center, fur slick with gore, chest heaving, dominance radiating like fire. His eyes burned into mine, commanding, devouring.