Light Gore Novels & Stories

"What the— The grenade erupted at their feet not with smoke, but with a blinding, hissing flare of bright white light and a burst of superheated gas. It was like a miniature sun going off in the corridor. The guards cried out, stumbling back, their nightadapted vision obliterated, their thermal scopes overloaded. It was in the midst of that globally stunning, painful confusion that Sabatine struck.

“They touched you. They die. This pussy is mine.” “Yes… fuck… yours!” I moaned, riding him desperately. The car smelled like blood, gunpowder, and sex. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds as my juices coated his balls. Lorenzo bit my neck, sucking hard, marking me while his driver sped through red lights. He reached between us and rubbed my clit roughly, fingers still stained with enemy blood. I came with a broken scream, pussy clamping down on his thick cock, gushing around him as waves of pleasure tore through my battered body.

Allen stole a gaze at Austin and he was met with Austin's hand up wide in the air as if to vindicate himself for not being good at football. "Well…" "We are here" Jade interrupted Allen as he was about to speak. They came to an Abandoned Factory that smelled like death, the Iron wire mounted up to serve as a wall against the outside world was already useless. Jade leaned sideways and they bent beneath while going in. Austin looked around, his legs shivering. Fear was beginning to creep in and he struggled to keep himself from showing it. Unfortunately, Allen noticed and placed a hand on him "Are you okay?"

"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!"

Without touching him, Lord Lucas boils him from within, heating his blood until he's cooked meat. My stomach is twisting in irritation at the sight. The sound of a gun machine follows up. It's Lord Lorenzo. He's surrounded the Harlows with lava, entrapping them in a spot right before he raises the machine above them. Their skin tears off in contact with massive bullets, burning holes in their bodies. Blood stains everywhere. The grounds are dug with bullet holes. I can see bones on the outside, spines shattered on the asphalt street as Ragnar drives us away. And there are still more of the Harlows, meaning more of the fight.

"So be it, my little she-wolf," Garrett growled. To Lily's surprise, Garrett spun her around and pinned her against the shower's glass wall. In the sun-lit bathroom, their bodies intertwined, and Garrett's calloused hand traced a path down the woman's slender side. With a gentle yet firm grip on her hip, he pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together seamlessly. In the heat of the moment, their bodies intertwined, their desires reaching a fever pitch. As their passion intensified, his once soft touch grew firm and eager, pressing against her with a sense of urgency.

Gore warning // Luna Present As he lunged at me he moved in slow motion, The sight of him stabbing Jerid replayed over and over in my mind, Causing me to snap. Aloud growl erupted from me, Large canines belonged as my nails turned into black nine inch claws. A hint of confusion maybe even fear. Hit his features.

"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.

With every drawing of the instructions, they glowed with an ominous light, and they seemed to roar. With a fierce swing, she struck the ground with her staff. Endless jagged rocks summoned by the inscription erupted and hurled at Wyatt and Asher with lethal precision. The duo growled and expertly swung their fists at the rocks with accurate precision, shattering them into pieces. That chance was more than enough for Lorelei to catch her breath. Before any of them could react, Lorelei took out a small white gourd from her patch; the strong rustic scent of intertwined wolfsbane and silver mixture wafted from the gourd lid and pervaded the atmosphere.

Within moments there's nothing left of him at all beyond a fine gray dust settling slowly onto the floor, indistinguishable from the plaster dust still drifting down from the ceiling with every distant explosion. The witches inhale as one, slow and deep, satisfaction moving through the room like heat off a fire. The orb at Garren's throat drinks the last of what remains, glowing once, then twice, then again, each pulse brighter than the last, until the light pouring out from beneath his shirt is too fierce to look at directly. Garren's body hits the floor.