Light Gore Novels & Stories

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

No interruptions, no noise, nothing just quiet. Although the woods is where Nathan was killed. I don't like to think about it, I also don't want to think of the sound of the gunshot that was fired at him. The fact that that person didn't have any remorse when they did that. It almost reminds me of my nightmares, nightmares of me killing a lot of people. Does that have anything to do with being a grey werewolf by any chance? I haven't told Ty about that nightmare. The only person that knows is Rene. It's too gruesome to talk about. I will tell him, eventually. After two hours of silence. Ty and I go to the flower shop to get flowers for Nathan's grave. I pick up roses and Ty picks up peonies.

And no vow, no bond, no mark upon his skin could silence it. As the feast carried on, Lorraine slipped away to change, emerging in an elegant after-party dress that shimmered in the lamplight. Laughter echoed around us, the air thick with celebration, but I excused myself quietly, letting the revelry fade behind me as I stepped into the quiet shadows beyond the clearing.

Something aboutn the way Jordan looked like a tiger unnerved her. “CUT!!” Jordan yelled. He stared at her in plain disgust and Adonia felt as id the ground should upen up and swallow her in full. He was close to his anger limit and she could sense it too. This was one of the most feared men in the industry and he was called the devil for a reason, he could ruin her career with just a post. He was a worse version of Quincy when it came to writing people off, the only difference was that he didn’t manipulate people and he didn’t bully hem.

"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.

The rain had just subsided, leaving a thin mist hanging in the evening air. The Lee family's shophouse appeared calm from the outside, but the tension was palpable in every corner within. Jonathan stood not far from the second-floor window, his keen eyes monitoring the darkening street. Two fully armed personal guards were stationed at the front door, vigilant for any possibility. Suddenly, a soft popping sound echoed from behind the shophouse—like glass breaking gently. Jonathan immediately signaled with his hand. His two guards responded swiftly, moving toward the source of the sound.

another stab, "the love of my life, and innocent people!" He shoves hard and breaks the lock, stepping back just far enough to give the Ivy room. She doesn't need much. Blue light gathers in both her hands and she throws it at Garren's chest, aiming exactly where the orb sits glowing beneath his skin. He twists away from it at the last second, and it catches his shoulder instead, tearing through muscle and sending him spinning into the broken remains of the fountain. Garren struggles, managing to get up. He catches Kai's next swing with his bare hand, fingers closing around the blade hard enough to draw blood from his own palm.

Leo's eyes were shut , mouth widely open as his body trembled violently under Gora's fucking and tight grip of his hands on his hips. I took my palm off Leo's already spent cock, licked off his salty, musky cum off my palm as I climbed back into the seat, beside Leo. “You sluts are never satisfied. Are you?” Gora's voice came out low, exhausted, but still laced with hunger, desire and lust. My ass was arched perfectly, aching. I felt Gora's presence behind me. Without any warning, his cock hit my prostrate at once. “Holy fucking!—”

To ensure that the dare was not to be taken for granted, Zee had them seal their oath in blood. Zee pricked their right thumbs with a needle and as blood trickled out, they pressed their wounds to each other’s and Zee led her through the oath in a solemn way like an experienced priestess of some dark cult. “With our blood, we do perform the last dare. We seal an oath to perform the dare we give each other and we agree that the dare will not be one that drives the other to take a life.”