Novel & Cerita Light Gore

THIRD PERSON POV The quiet atmosphere of the NUAT hostels had vanished, replaced by a cold, clinging terror. Outside Mary’s room, the hallway was a sea of blue and red flashing lights. Girls who had whispered "God forbid" at Mary days earlier were now huddled together, wailing and vomiting into the gutters. The scent of ozone and iron hung heavy in the air. When the police finally wheeled the gurney out, the black body bag looked horribly small.

It simply raised its massive, hydraulic-driven iron arm, preparing to deploy a high-frequency kinetic sweep that would clear the granite ledge—and everyone standing on it—into a fine, red pulp. "Now, Zora!" Tolani screamed, his voice lost to the shriek of the railguns. I didn't open my mouth to counter the code. I didn't reach for the dead server networks or the broken database of Vane Global. Instead, I opened the floodgate inside my own pelvis, dragging every ounce of the light-drinking shadow that my daughter had slaved to the bedrock straight up through my left arm. The black frost didn't crawl this time; it exploded.

Darryl spewed out a mouthful of blood the moment he landed on the ground. His face was pale and his breath was extremely weak. ‘F*ck!’ anger rose inside of him and his eyes turned red as he glared at Lorelle. ‘This woman is crazy!’ Before Darryl could get back up on his feet, Lorelle ran right in front of him and stepped on his face. She looked down at Darryl arrogantly as she asked with a condescending tone, “Hey, you petty attendant, be honest with me. Did you steal Mister Ghost Valley Sage’s technique? Is that why you have the White Lily Cold Flame?"

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

"Drop the kid, you sick freak! Get your hands off him!" Lucian’s roar tore through the smoke-choked ballroom, a guttural sound that didn't belong to a man. It belonged to a predator. He shoved a decorative marble pillar, sending three hundred pounds of stone crashing onto a cluster of Ignatius’s gunmen. Bones snapped like dry kindling. He didn't stop to watch. He moved in a blur of black tactical gear and crimson spray, his teeth bared, eyes glowing a flat, murderous red.

He pleaded with her not to kill him but Alex had no intention to forgive him. “You destroyed my family and now you are asking me to set you free? Are fooling on me? Pay for what you have done! Your life is not enough! I will kill all the werewolves who are involved in my suffering!” Alex said while her tears flowed down to her eyes. She creates a laser bomb to her mouth and blows it to Gorie. Because of the impact and the strong power Gorie died immediately. She still isn’t satisfied with Gorie’s death, she blows him a laser bomb again and again even though Gorie already died. Gorie’s body was scattered into pieces.

The ground he fell into looked a jar filled with lava because of it color and its heat. He immediately climed up on the ground while laughing. It was Gluttony, munching a weapon made with holy light. "Damn, was that a liquor?" He asked and the burst into a peal of mocking laughter. He gazed at Shane with his glowing purple eyes which sent shivers down to Shane's spine. Watching them from afar was astonishing but standing before one of them while they are in the battle mode is another story. "Hey, grim reaper, I can smell the scent of my beloved niece on you," He talked.

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

I wasn't sure how war worked, but it seemed like they were. We climbed the stairs to the garage. Corrugated metal covered the normally open garage doors. I saw they were reinforced with steel. Men stood at the windows and the doors with their guns poking through. Gunfire filled the air. I fought the urge to cover my ears. Liam was in the center of the garage, standing at a table. Four orcs stood around him. I recognized Granite and Jamie immediately. They must be his captains. They were looking down at a map that had pieces of popcorn all over it. He was pointing and speaking, but I couldn't hear what he was saying over the gunfire. They looked up when I approached. "Beloved, you shouldn't b