Invincible Gore Scenes Novels & Stories

I was so shocked I even forgot about the gun Billy gave me. Naledi wasn’t done with me as yet. I could see it on her face that she wanted to get rid of me like I came to do her. She paced towards me so fast that she took a misstep and landed on the floor beside me. I got up as quickly as I could and ran for the set of knives I had seen earlier. As I turned around, Naledi was already on her feet, trying to grab me by leg. She did manage to get hold of it and went for my neck once again, without realizing the carving knife that was in my hand already. I could neither scream nor signal a warning as she was pressing hard on my throat with both her thumbs. With a sickening stab right on her belly

I lost it. I’ve never actually seen red because of anger, but the man did I tunnel vision on Marcus? I couldn't help the growl that left my mouth. The growl was so strong that the onlookers immediately brought their heads up and even Kyle and Marcus too. I was fuming with rage and I could see lightning. Surely Marcus needed to be struck to death. Kyle’s eyes held mine for a while and with no amount of pressure he added into the way he looked at me, I already concluded that Marcus would be my first vampire meal ever. I instantly flashed down to where the exchange was going on.

All she could see was darkness, snippets of scenes of wolves fighting appeared before her eyes, she was in the middle of the area where the fights raged on and on. Even if one got hurt, there was no chance to fix their injuries, they just kept fighting until they finally go down, breathing their last. There were dismembered limbs laying in every corner and dead wolves ripped to the extent that their intestines were pouring out. Renée had never seen so much blood in her life, she couldn’t take her eyes off the gore scenes before her, she tried moving away, far from the war ground only to stumble into another one. This time, she was familiar with one of the fighters.

~ Ambrose was still mourning over his mate's body, when it happened. The earth, the world, began to tremble and shake. So violently, that both his soldiers and Vince's, paused and stumbled as the ground shifted and moved beneath their feet. Ambrose grabbed for Sephora's body again, trying to lift her - only to flinch back, swearing loudly. Her body was burning hot. Ambrose frowned, no that's impossible. She was dead - she had no pulse, Vince stabbed her though the heart. Not even with all his armor, and his immortality, would even Ambrose have been able to survive that kind of a blow.

“Fuck you.” Lazarus eyes flashed sinisterly, that smile so cold and disturbing. “You don’t want to talk? That’s fine with me.” I scream in horror. Lazarus’s eyes glowed, his fangs elongating and he dives into the man’s neck, ripping out a chunk of his flesh and spitting it onto the ground. The man gargled, blood sprouting from the wound, wide-eyed and stricken with fear as Lazarus plunges his hand into the man’s chest.

Before the shards of heavy glass had even finished raining down onto the hardwood floor, three flashbangs detonated in a blinding, overlapping strobe of white light and deafening concussive force. Grace was thrown backward by the sheer atmospheric pressure, her hands flying to her ears as a high-pitched, agonizing whine filled her skull. Her vision fractured into jagged, overexposed shapes. Through the smoke and the strobe, she saw dark, tactical silhouettes pouring through the shattered frame, their carbines raised with terrifying precision. Arthur Vance didn't even have time to scream. Within two seconds, he was slammed onto his stomach, his face pressed into the shards of glass, his arms

Blood sprayed across the white concrete wall as her eyes snapped open in a final, agonizing shock before her body went completely limp, her life force instantly extinguished. "NORA!" I shrieked, the world turning into a blurred, roaring vacuum of grief. "Kill the Alpha!" Vance roared, diving behind his armored security console as the twenty elite shock troops opened fire. "Leave the girl alive! Prepare her for immediate vivisection!" Dominic let out a world-shattering roar, his eyes instantly exploding into that bottomless, terrifying radioactive violet as the black veins tore across his face. He lunged forward to shield me, but before he could cross the distance, the heavy iron chains aroun

"Play the video." The next second, an image appeared on the massive screen behind us, and the entire venue fell deadly silent. The transformation was instantaneous. Gasps echoed through the audience. Several women screamed. Men leaped to their feet in shock. Shocking scenes filled the screen in crystal-clear quality: The iron door of a fire cell swung open, scorching air rushing out like breath from hell's mouth. Two masked instructors dragged a woman forward—me—her feet scraping against the hot stone floor. The camera angle showed everything: the terror in my eyes, the burns already covering my arms, the way my body shook with pain and fear.

They watched the chaotic scene unfold, their bodies trembling with terror. A fierce struggle ensued, a battle between good and evil. Florence, fueled by adrenaline and desperation, fought with a ferocity she never knew she possessed. She dodged his attacks, countered his blows with her claws and just clawed his skin wherever she could, her every move calculated and precise despite being hit.

He crashed and slammed her against the wall that triggered the stability of the high thrones. Corvinus drove in like a gorilla, his size has augmented to the size of a yeti and POW! He backslapped Clancy but he only staggered back a little like it was nothing. Clancy relented not, he hovered an inch off the ground and his eyes glowed red before finally releasing a beam of hell fire that corvinus tired dodging lady Sif against. Thinking his durability would withstand the attack, Corvinus stood out but the beam roasted his skin, not alone, it burnt his soul which made him scream in loud agony. Dracula flew at him with large bat wing extended out of his back before Clancy, he roared blasting so