Light Gore Novels & Stories

His arm locked around her waist, and his other hand covered the one she had burned on the carved gate. The contact should have steadied her. Instead the awakened stones answered the place where his skin touched hers. A pulse passed through both of them. Karl’s jaw set. “We leave. Now.” “Not until I know what I woke.” “You already know enough to be injured.” Lorelai looked down. The center of her palm carried no blood, but a pale gold line had risen beneath the skin, thin as a thread and shaped like the gate mark. It faded while she watched, leaving heat behind.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Girly chimed, a brilliant holy light appeared from the tip of her sword. * screams in pain* As soon as the light touched mine and V4's skin, we both screamed in pain. " Fu** it makes me feel as if I'm walking through scoring hot sand." I cursed as I cringed under the light. " I think I'm going to throw up." V4 held his mouth and belly. " Well, at least it will keep us safe." Girly points out. " I don't feel very safe, I feel as if my back is being stabbed by a million needles. "

When I had had my fill, my fingers edged towards the glamoured guard and I let go of the energy completely. Sharp green light filled the cramped space of my bedroom, it lit the room and pushed against the wall threatening to shatter everything in its path as it made its way to its victim like a fork of lightning. It went straight through the glamoured guard and caused him to gleam like an angler fish and shortly after, Lydia Nightshade dropped to the floor like a puppet whose strings were scraped off.

“I guess I’ll just have to go ahead and do this right here. He pulls my legs apart as he slides up my body, pinning one leg with his thigh as he reaches for his zipper. The howls are still too far away. He’s got his pants down, and he’s reaching for my skirt. “No!” I shout, the world starting to blur around me. Garth laughs. I lift my hands, thinking I must try to push him off again, but as I bring them around, I realize they are glowing. Not yellow—but purple. “No!” I scream again, and this time a bolt of light flies from both of my palms, hitting Garth squarely in the chest. He goes shooting off me, the scent of singed hair filling the air as he slams down on the ground near a large rock.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV "Fuck," I groaned as my dick brushed against her pussy. I thrust deeper into her until my entire cock was buried inside her. Her face was red, and I glanced at her. "Is this alright?" I asked. I was curious to see if I was hurting her.

A localized burst of Southern Fire explodes from my palm, a concentrated, white-hot current of geothermal heat that shoots straight through his skin. ​Garrick lets out a sudden, strangled shriek of agony as the fire singes his grey claws, turning the tips of his nails to black ash in a fraction of a second. The heat doesn't burn his flesh to the bone, but it melts the iron rings of his sleeve, the liquid metal dripping onto the polished obsidian floor with a sharp hiss. ​He drops to his knees before me, his massive frame trembling as he cradles his smoking hand against his chest, his amber eyes wide with a sudden, primitive terror that no legal amendment can cure.

said Eddie with red eyes He who was already filled with anger stepped on the brush until it split in two. Alex felt heartache as if time had stopped running and it seemed like the hatred he had been burying up for was ready to explode. Alex became so angry that he stood up and pushed his dad and took back the brush that had been crushed on his dad.

With a sudden burst of motion, they lunged toward us, teeth and claws glinting in the moonlight. Instinct took over as I tapped into the reservoir of power within. Arcane energy crackled in my palms, as tendrils of light extended outward, forming a shield against the onslaught. Sparks flew as Gabriel unleashed a wave of fire, forcing the werewolves to retreat momentarily. But they were relentless, pressing their advantage with ferocious determination. The battle raged on, each clash of fangs and claws fueling the fire within me. We fought with every ounce of strength, our bodies moving in harmony with the magic coursing through our veins.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge