Light Gore Novels & Stories

​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.

Instead, he lunged forward, intentionally narrowing the distance so my arm couldn't get the proper leverage for a fatal strike. His massive, gloved left hand clutched my right wrist like a steel bear trap, halting the glass mere millimeters from his skin. The point of the shard lightly grazed his throat, leaving a thin, bead of crimson that began to trickle down his collar. "Boss!" the scarred guard roared, a chorus of heavy pistols instantly cocking in the dark room. Three red laser sights snapped directly onto my forehead and chest. "Hold your fire!" Lorenzo barked, his voice a low, vibrating growl that rattled my teeth.

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.

Trigger warning. Slight gore. Like, really slight. ____ Motionless, she laid on the floor. The curtain flapping from the wind that was blowing inside, the moonlight glittering down her slit open throat that had blood still sipping out of it, flowing down her neck and dissolving further into her white gown, an inky red stain down her waist line of her dress. Some blood had dripped to the floor too, causing the red sticky liquid to stand out sharply against the grey tikes beneath.

"I am going to tie you up with a Portuguese Man of War to a chair made of spikes! I will break every bone in your body and shove electrical wires into your ears! I will take out your eyes with a fork and feed them to you! I will coat all my knives in acid and stick them in your body where it hurts the most, and then, when you're writhing in agony, when your begging for your death, I will make you choke on sea water and then shoot you in the lungs, so you can drown on your own blood!" "You fucking shot me!" "What the fuck!" Lila screamed in pain, her head facing towards the ceiling as if she could gain some power by simply gazing above. Tears streamed down her face as she fell backwards and g

The burly man who had acted rudely toward Dorothea was taken aback, but Logan swiftly moved toward him. The burly man's hair stood on end, and his heart raced. He mustered all his strength and leaped forward. Despite being just half a meter away, Logan quickly closed the distance. A large crater appeared where the burly man had stood only moments before. Logan now occupied that spot, and the impact caused the concrete to crack and send shards flying in all directions. The burly man, known as Gyro Gore, felt a chill run down his spine. If Logan's stomp had connected, he would have been pulverized.