Light Gore Novels & Stories

"But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in." He raised his gun, bringing the stock down hard toward my temple. The photo in my pocket burst out with a bang, transforming into a cloud of intensely oppressive black mist that slammed into the spirit. Lorenzo's soul materialized. Though he was just a translucent shadow, the bloodthirsty violence radiating from him was a hundred times more terrifying than this gunman. "Go back to hell!" Lorenzo roared. "Master of this pier? You look more like a stray. Now get the hell out of my way!"

“I can’t… I can’t say any more… have mercy…” Gorak’s laugh was a thunderous rumble, echoing off the stone walls as he ignored her pleas entirely. He gripped her hips harder, bruising fingerprints into her pale flesh, and fucked the absolute hell out of her, pounding upward with savage speed, his ridged cock dragging fire along her walls, hitting depths no one else ever could. The wet, slapping sounds filled the chamber, obscene and dirty, her arousal dripping down his balls as she clenched around him.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

THIRD PERSON POV The Lagos Polo Club lounge was a sanctuary of dark wood, leather that smelled of money, and air conditioning so cold it felt like a different continent. Here, the noise of the "commoners" outside—the sirens, the shouting, the struggle—was muted by soundproof glass and the clinking of crystal.

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.

Warning: 18+ brutal gruesome scene, mature content, skip if you aren't okay with bloodshed. Lorenzo's POV. Dread filled the air as I stepped into the red room, which had different restraints, sex toys, bondage gears hung about it. I caressed the wipe making sure it was strong, the way I wanted it to be before I flung it to the side. Taking in the monochrome room. The red room was just a name, it wasn't particularly painted in the color, although I would have, but it wouldn't give me the pleasure I wanted if blood splashed across it, I wouldn't see it dripping down, and it didn't sit just right with me.

Searing pain across my cheek… the horrible knowledge that there is no escape from this violation. Sickness… my body being dragged… a glint of silver in the leaves. My legs being wrenched apart and my clothes ripping… blind, thoughtless anger, aggression like I’ve never felt. Blood gushing over me, hot, sticky and metallic. It stains my skin, forever marking me like a gorey tattoo, a reminder of what I’ve done.