Light Gore の小説・ストーリー

“I’m ready to die.” Lore approached Scarlet. Something about his demeanor had changed. He no longer seemed like the arrogant boy she’d met before. He seemed older, wiser. The black haired woman approached too. She was holding silver handcuffs. Scarlet let her place them around her wrists. Scarlet looked up, noting that she had an audience. Octal was watching on with a grave expression. Lore’s mom was ringing her hands and looking somewhat terrified as Lore removed a spear like weapon from a box and held it up in the air.

No mercy. Only fire.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

Before Jarek could recover his momentum, I drove my bare palm directly into his armored chest. The impact sounded like a shotgun blast echoing through the dungeon. The heavy silver-stitched leather over his sternum shattered inward, the bone cracking beneath my fingers with a wet, splintering sound. Jarek flew backward through the air, his massive body smashing hard into the stone pillar behind Killian, coughing up a thick spray of dark Lycan blood before collapsing into the dirt, motionless. The silence that followed was suffocating. The golden mist rising from my blood on the floor began to settle, coating the room in an intoxicating, sweet aroma.

But this— this was something else. Lorenzo’s hand hovered over the knives over the taser before settling on the branding iron. He held it up, its blackened steel tip catching the light. Then he reached for the lighter, flicked it open, and fire hissed to life. He placed the iron above the flame. The hiss grew louder, sharper. Jace could smell it metal warming, the promise of agony. “Why?” Jace found himself whispering, though no one heard. The longer the lighter burned, the more the iron glowed. Red at first, then deeper, almost white-hot at the tip. The air shimmered around it.

Lorenzo is having the time of his life shooting and killing. After tonight no drugged out rogues will be left alive.

“I’m your equal. You can’t keep me locked in here!” Káon laughed, “You’re not going anywhere, sweeting. Why don’t you tell me what’s gotten your panties all in a bunch, hmn?” Tiling his head, he eyed the creamy skin at her hip that was exposed by the high slits of her dress. “Provided you are wearing panties under that unholy garment.” Seething, Liora backed up towards the small console table. Pressing the heel of her palm onto the surface, she broke off a large piece of wood and threw it at his chest like a makeshift spear.

"Crimson Fang will never fall!" Lyralei watched the celebration with her jaw tight, her borrowed dagger still clutched in her hand while black blood dripped from the blade onto her already ruined dress. Her chest burned where the gold marks flickered beneath torn silk, dimming now that the immediate danger had passed but still warm enough to remind her they existed. Gerald's red eyes found hers across the clearing. That smirk shifted into something sharper as he studied her face, really looked at her for the first time since he'd made the kill. His expression changed completely when he noticed something there, his brows drawing together as realization dawned across his features.

But she couldn’t, her curiosity and mate bond was getting the best of her. ~~~ Gore immediately stripped out of his clothes, then got in the shower. There he stood under the cascading water, staring down at his throbbing cock. He had thought that the cold water would have helped, but it only seem to make things worse. "Fuck!" Gore punched a huge hole in the wall. He had never been so horny and stiff before. With him thinking back to what happened in the kitchen, didn’t make is any easier on him either. His cock was pulsing so much that it almost became painful for him.