Light Gore Novels & Stories

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

Alpha King Thorne – my blood, my legacy. The vision darkens, shifting to betrayal: Marcus, his rugged face twisted in regret, dark eyes haunted and glistening with tears as he raises the gun. “For your own good, Liora,” he chokes out, his voice breaking, hand trembling. The crack of gunfire echoes; silver bullets sear through my flesh, burning like liquid fire. I collapse at Blood Moon’s border, darkness swallowing me whole, the pain so vivid I gasp aloud, clutching my side where old scars throb.

​Before his fingers could even brush the cold steel of the rifle's grip, Julian breached the darkness. ​Moving with a blinding, monstrous velocity that defied his massive size, Julian closed the distance instantly. His iron-plated combat boot swung outward in a brutal, crushing arc, catching Garrett directly in the ribs with a sickening CRACK. ​The impact launched Garrett bodily across the room, his frame shattering a stack of ancient server housings before he collapsed onto the wet concrete floor, coughing up dark blood as his breath left him in a ragged, pathetic wheeze.

Lorrie cried out as the air was torn apart by lead. Lorenzo moved with superhuman, lightning-fast kinetic velocity. He lunged across the three feet of open space, his massive frame colliding with Lorrie’s, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist and throwing his body over hers as a devastating line of heavy rifle fire shattered the marble floor tiles exactly where she had been standing.

The heavy steel door popped open two inches, a thin sliver of the hallway's emergency red light cutting across my black silk gown like a laser line. I didn't wait. I shoved my shoulder against the cold steel, forcing the heavy door wide open. The corridor outside was a nightmare painted in crimson. The emergency lights were pulsing slowly, casting long, vibrating shadows down the long stone hallway. Lorenzo was slumped against the baseboard right next to the scanner panel. His sharp black tuxedo jacket was torn open at the shoulder, the white silk of his shirt completely soaked in a dark, thick crimson that looked black under the red lights. His head was tilted back against the concrete wall

I hissed. “Sorry I thought the two of you heard the door open. Bairn is fine. Once of the rogues must have had their claws tipped in silver. The wound was trying to heal but because of the silver it could not completely heal. We rinsed the silver out and he is almost completely healed. He will be fine by tomorrow morning.” Dr. Lewiston explained.

A pair of shoes flew from inside and I gasped when it almost hit the side of my head. "Calm down, will you!?" I exclaimed. I sighed aloud when I saw that those were my Reebok Instapump Fury x Vetements Graffiti. I faced her and was shocked to see her eyes smudged with mascara while crying. "Goodness, don't cry. You look hideous." I started, frowning. I really liked the shoes she threw outside; they were like vandalized shoes but they were on fire, I swear. "You know, Mads, you could find someone better than me—"

Garna looked at the bodies of the top fighters who were of God of War caliber and quickly regained his senses. At the wave of his hand, he pointed at Liam and bellowed, "Shoot! All of you, shoot him! Kill him!" However, before Garna could finish, Liam was no longer standing in front of him. Liam made a move, grabbed dozens of steel needles from his waist, and shot them all out. Every single needle shot into the forehead of the soldiers surrounding him.