Light Gore Novels & Stories

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.”

Neal's caressing hand froze on Beau's head. There was a pool of blood in front them. A middle aged man was lying in it, eyes wide open with a glass bottle brutally stuck in his stomach! Neal shivered at the sight. He looked up to find an unfaced Hunter, covered in blood. Neal's breath hitched in his throat. He felt nauseated at the whole sight. There were around twenty people inside. Everyone's attention was on their enraged boss. No one noticed the two guys until Drake's gaze fell on them.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

"Do you know long this usually last?" "Sorry, I'm not sure..." Rhiane gives her an uncertain look, "But I hav-" Everyone turns around as the boys from the opposite corner of the room play the Chrissy Wake Up! remix while bursting into laughter. Rhiane frowns, "...an idea." ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ The girl grits her teeth, "Fine! Tell them that they're uninvited!"

With the pain shooting up its scorched, blacked limb, the gigantic gorilla could only release its hold and the female warrior fell down until Lei Bao caught her by the arm and tossed her far away to safety. Roar! The gorilla roared incessantly again and again, slowly falling into a maniacal frenzy. Blood filled its eyes and its nostrils flared with a hateful aura. Lei Bao snarled and took into the air once more. He punched twice into the air in quick succession and blasted two ball lightning. The pair of lightning given spherical forms darted at the giant gorilla and exploded. Boom! Boom!

•This Chapter contains potentially disturbing imagery that may be disturbing for some readers. Please read at your own discretion. ( Violence, blood, or graphic imagery, Gore Imagery)• Lorenzo - Fifteen Year Old For a week, Lorenzo descended into the dank basement cell to dispense a vengeful justice on Tomasso, ensuring he wouldn't pass away before his punishments had been exacted. The cruel wounds inflicted on his body had become gruesomely infected, oozing pus and diffusing a wretched stench. His limbs had lost all feeling, having been restrained in the same agonizing position for what seemed like an eternity.

Lorenzo asked, sharp jaw clenched. “Yes,” Mallory whispered. “Now…” Lorenzo said, walking to a mahogany dresser and opening the first drawer. He pulled out two identical G-spot vibrators and walked back toward Mallory, inserting one between her dripping pussy lips. “Since you both love to disobey, you’ll stand here and watch each other cum over and over…and over again until I think you’ve had enough.” After securing the vibrator inside of her, Lorenzo walked over to me and drew the head of the vibrator across my swollen clit and to my entrance. My pussy was so wet that it slid right in and filled me up.

"Thorne should have killed you when you were pups! He was too soft!" ​"Thorne wasn't soft," Leo said, stepping forward, his eyes turning a cold, flat brown. "He was just a 'Draft'. And I’m the 'Final-Edit'." ​Leo didn't use the Zero-Variable. He used the "Gutter-Style", 9a brutal, efficient form of combat that involved using the environment as a weapon. He dodged a hydraulic strike, grabbed a dangling power-cable, and jammed it into the tank's exposed fuel-cell.

“Blood comes out of marble pretty easy.” “It’s me,” Lyle said. I glanced behind me for a split second to see Lyle, alone, with a phone pressed to his ear. Then, I looked back at Gamal. That crazed, desperate look hadn’t left his eyes, like he was a wild animal. Then, his gaze flickered down to my chest, and I realized I was only wearing a sports bra and my workout shorts as a leer grew over his lips. I pressed the shard of metal down, drawing a bead of blood from his neck and barely noticing the sting in my own palm.

But Lorenzo was al‍read‌y moving. Like‌ a‌ wolf unleash‍ed from a cage, Lorenzo vau​l​ted over t⁠he re​mains​ of th⁠e marble co‍unt⁠er. He didn't flinc‍h at the​ gunfi‌re. He slammed h⁠is entire body weight into the me⁠rce​nary, driving the ma‌ssive shard of glass‍ deep into th‍e gap between the man's​ tacti‍c​al vest an‌d his co⁠l⁠larbone.