Graphic Gore Novels & Stories

SIDE STORY TRIGGER WARNING: DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF VIOLENCE!!! “No…no. Luca, please!” Gildor’s hands slap weakly at him, shaking. His good eye widens, terror threatening to make it burst. The knife probes skillfully, and more of his warm blood spills, mixing with the mud, and coating Luca's hands. Gildor's body thrashes violently, kicking, shaking, but Luca doesn’t stop. He chuckles at Gildor's misery as he forces the cruel blade to carve deeper. . . And deeper, until it grinds against bone, and the ribs crack open with a sickening pop. Gildor sobs, his voice breaking as his fingers dig into Luca's arms.

Bite after bite after bite. They fed harder than ever before. Deeper. Faster. Their sucks turned desperate and greedy, pulling blood from me in heavy, continuous streams. My blood painted the black marble in thick, shining rivers that ran down my neck, over my breasts, along my thighs, and pooled beneath my writhing body. The mirrors showed me the obscene scene from every angle: my body covered in puncture wounds, skin streaked crimson, mouth open in constant moans and screams, holes filled with pale, thrusting cocks.

criiiit . Something disgusting started to come out from inside the corpse's genitals. A black head, followed by pale skinny fingers that were mercilessly ripping apart the corpse's genitals. "Oh no!" Alif shouted while looking away. Couldn't bear to witness such a terrifying and utterly disgusting event. It's worse than zombies! In a few seconds, kuntilanak covered in blood came out of the corpse's body. The torn-mouthed Kuntilanak growled and walked closer to Alif. Continued

I hear a smirk within the creature's voice while my fighting hands fall away from the gripping beast’s own, allowing my vision to slowly fall into darkness. Wriggling in agony, the creature unexpectedly releases its hold. Opening my unswollen eye as I heave a deep breath, I reluctantly look up to see the creature pulling its blood-soaked claw behind him while raising it past his head, ready to send it thrashing down once more. Anticipating the savage blow, I close my eyes, wincing expectedly, defenceless and ready to take the next hit. Preparing to accept my fate. A swooshing burst of movement rushes past my ears, leaving me in a state of confusion when no apparent pain seems to follow. Than

I place the tip of the masonry bit against the center of his left thigh, right in the meat of the quadricep, aiming for the bone beneath. I pull the trigger and the sound changes instantly. The high whine drops to a guttural, grinding roar as the bit catches the fabric of his jeans, twists it, and tears into the flesh. Blood sprays immediately, a fine red mist that dots my plastic apron. Gregor screams. It’s a primal sound that bypasses the throat and comes from the gut. His head thrashes back, slamming against the steel chair. His hands strain against the zip ties until his wrists bleed.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Thick, dark red pus dripped down the wooden frame like ink. It stretched its mouth widely, its blackened teeth chattering and trembling with excitement, its cloudy, gray eyes locked onto the people inside. Even a horror-movie ghost would look mild compared to this thing. Hayley swung her saber again, slicing through the lunging zombie. Right then, she felt the entire room tremble. "You should know that office walls are mostly drywall," Griffin said behind her. The moment his voice fell, every wall around them cracked and split apart with a loud boom.

“Argh!“ The scream was of pain and anguish, and it came from one of the other guys. The one who was about to take me forcefully paused and glanced back, and I saw his expression shift to that horror and great fear. More screams and violent sounds. What was making them so scared? I managed to get into a sitting position and hide my chest with the piece of fabric but gasped when I saw Draven, his eyes burning golden and blood all over his clothes. I looked at the floor, and felt a wave of nausea as I noticed three dead bodies. Their hands had been dismembered from their body and their eye-sockets were plucked out. My whole body trembled at the sight of these, and migraine came rolling-in to my

Scattered like broken dolls across the ground. Drained husks, skin pale and shriveled, eyes sockets empty black holes staring at nothing. Garr's body was closest, his massive frame twisted in a final spasm, mouth frozen in a silent scream. Claws marks raked across his chest, tails had whipped him bloody before the demons sucked him dry.

Hunter is flagging, favoring his left leg, and is barely able to use his dual blades to avoid the rapidly moving tentacles. The analytical part of Alex's brain notes that the gang fighting his boys are strange, just like the rift they have slithered out of, as he draws on the horde surrounding the inexperienced pair. The creatures are pitch-black, not the usual shades of browns and reds he's used to encountering. They are also formed very differently, and support limbs varying from stingers, clawed paws, darting tongues and tentacles.