Graphic Gore Novels & Stories

I didn't want an argument, and I think Jévon could sense it, because he just rolled up his shirt enough to— "CHEESE AND FUCKING CRACKERS!?" "It's that bad?" "I can see rib…" A crescent of torn gray flesh longer than my forearm, cupped from his mid-back to almost his navel, flapped in the open air. A sucking sound every time he breathed. I could see his ribs and something that might have been an organ. But mostly it was more blue fire. I think that's the only reason why I could stomach a wound like that. Just not enough…gore.

Dojo reeked slaughter, copper-thick, tatami slick crimson pools, our chests heaving thunder-sync, indigo hakamas spattered gore. "You fight like you're born to it," he growled, scarred jaw inches, porcelain fingers banding my wrist pull-close, obsidian devouring mahogany flush. Blood smeared his cheek war-paint, dragon tattoo pulsing throat wild. No fear in his stillness—predator sated, but gaze burned deeper hunger.

“Oh, so you won’t come out? Fine. Then I’ll smash all your d*mn flowers!” He stormed forward and stomped the flowers into pieces. At that moment, I suddenly remembered something Lucas once told me. In horror games, players who refused to participate usually died horribly. Back then, I thought he was just making up stories, but it seemed like maybe I really should’ve believed him. “Sir, wait, don’t–” Before I could finish my sentence, the crushed flowers suddenly regenerated. On top of that, they grew larger and larger until the enormous petals swallowed the man whole. A scream rang out, and then silence fell. All that remained on the ground were two severed limbs and a pool of blood.

Makeup is streaked all over my face mixing with more dirt. I keep my hands over my mouth as I turn slowly. Dread and horror grip my stomach as I behold the worst of it. My back is shredded. dark lines of blood drip down my naked body. A horrific mix of deep cuts and minor scrapes intermingle with each other. Another sob racks my body and I stifle it, biting down on my tongue until I taste blood. ---

I lift his head and smash it back against the floor, once, twice, three times, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten times until the back of his skull cracks open like an egg and grey matter mixes with the blood pooling beneath us. He’s still twitching, still trying to breathe, so I grab the knife from his thigh and carve a line across his chest, deep enough to see bone. Then another. And another. I carve her name into his skin, S-I-R-E-N over and over and over until the letters run together in rivers of red and his chest is nothing but meat. His breath is a wet rattle now, barely there, but I’m not done. I drag him up by the hair and slam him into the chair where his patchwork corpse-dol

To make me bleed to death as vengeance for all the people killed by my kind? His eyes bored into mine, then his lips touched mine, stealing my breath away, and even though I was frightened, I could still feel his touch wakening a familiar hunger in the pit of my stomach as I gave into the kiss, but then before it even started, his lips left mine again. I watched a little dazed, as he drew blood from his own palm with his claws, then he stepped closer. There was slight compassion in his eyes, but almost immediately, they faded and his eyes were terrifyingly cold once again, then he placed his palm over my neck. PERCY

His shirt was torn open and I didn’t mistake to see, a big chunk of flesh from the left portion of his pot belly was missing as if a wild animal had torn it off his body! He was lying down motionless, just like a corpse, pale and bloody right before my eyes! The disgusting gore sight almost twisted my guts, giving me the urge to throw up! But when I tried to turn my face away, covering my mouth, the flash of red flame ignited right before my eyes within a few steps ahead of me once again…exposing the most horrific secret of the night that had awaited me…

The blade buried itself deeply, as blood began to flow, a vivid crimson that marred her skin and the pristine sheets beneath her. Her muffled screams, stifled by the gag, filled the room, a stark, haunting reminder of the violence unfolding. Her hands and feet, bound to the bed, struggled in vain. The sight was gruesome – the flow of blood, the stark contrast against her pale skin, a vivid portrayal of the grim act I had been coerced into committing.

My cock shot thick cum across my chest and stomachThe pleasure was so endless it left me shaking and whimpering. They didn’t stop. Thorne groaned as my clenching pushed him over. His knot swelled to its huge size locking us completely as he pumped his cum deep inside me. “Take it...all of it. First load in that greedy womb.” Zane pulled out of my mouth “ Thorne's gonna paint this pretty face while i open you up for round two.” Garrick’s fingers kept fucking me “We’re just getting started, Graves . You’ve got a lot of attitude to pay for. By the time the night’s over, you’ll be begging all three of us to breed you at once.”

He reached up, pulling his black linen tunic over his broad head, exposing his massive, bare chest and shoulders to the firelight. My breath hitched in my throat despite myself. His broad chest was sculpted out of hard, dense muscle, covered in a light dusting of dark hair that ran down into the waistband of his trousers. The intricate black pack ink covered his entire right shoulder and arm, twisting down his skin in sharp, aggressive lines that matched the dark scar running across his ribs. "Stop staring, substitute," Gryfyn growled flatly, though the golden depths of his eyes flickered with a sudden, dark heat as he caught me looking at his bare torso.