Novel & Cerita Light Gore

Blood stained the marble floor. More men surged forward, their weapons raised. Dino ducked behind a pillar, peering through the smoke. He took a deep breath, aimed, and fired. One fell. A burst of bullets slammed into the pillar beside Dino, marble chipping away dangerously close to his face. Another raised his gun. “We can’t hold this position forever!” Elena yelled over the relentless gunfire. “We need a way out!” Lorenzo crouched beside her, his movements quick and precise as he reloaded.

I couldn’t take her annoying words and that was the moment I snapped. “You seem to be enjoying your new role as Salvatore Moreti’s wife,” I said, my voice a razor. “Almost like you’ve been training your whole life to be a trophy on his shelf. Or maybe a stepmother fetishist?” Her face twitched. Barely. But I saw it. That flash of pain. Of guilt. It was gone in a blink, but I’d already seen it. Good. I wanted to hurt her. Just a little. Just enough to remind her I was still inside her.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

Grey pulled a gun, not the one with regular bullets, but with silver. He fired three times. Kade went down, he was hit on the chest, shoulder and leg.

The sound of bone grinding against metal bit home. A second stalker aimed a rifle at Leo. "NO!" Leo shrieked. A violent burst of gold static erupted from Leo’s palms. It wasn't a supernova, but a pressurized wave of raw authority. The stalker’s rifle short-circuited, sparks searing the soldier’s hands. I finished the second one, my blade carving a jagged line through his throat. I stood over the bodies, my breath coming in shallow hitches. My white blazer was ruined—stained with silver mercury, red blood, and the gray filth of the mine.

A sharp, blinding agony erupted in my chest, and my vision instantly blurred as blood poured from the wound. "Burn it," Lorenzo commanded, standing up and wiping his hands with his handkerchief before tossing it onto my mother’s body. "Make it look like an accidental electrical fire. Leave nothing." They poured gasoline over the furniture, the curtains, and the bodies of my family. Someone flicked a gold lighter, dropping it onto the floor. The flames roared to life, consuming the room in a wall of suffocating heat and black smoke.

the Mafia boss spat. Leo chuckled and burst into laughter to their surprise, Lorenzo looked startled and he quickly fired him three more times of the chest before realizing that it wasn’t penetrating, Leo actually had a bullet proof under his shirt and it wasn’t expected because the ex-mafia Boss never wore bullet proofs “You never learn, Lorenzo… I always tell you, go for the head,” Leo said in a cold voice and then he scattered not less than fifteen bullets into Grey wizard with the metal storm gun.

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.

The heavy vault door opened enough for Cain to pull it open completely. He stepped into the steel hallway inside, doors similar to the one we'd just passed through lined each wall, stretching on as far as I could see. After every few doors stood men big enough to be linebackers. Some of them had buzzcuts, others had tattoos crawling up their arms to disappear under the Kevlar vest they wore. Scars marred a few of the men's faces and others were adorned with facial piercings. The shadows cast on their hardened faces by the fluorescent lighting above us were aggressive.

Staring straight into Lorenzo’s eyes. Lorenzo’s jaws clenched, but he remains blank. “Do it.” Gustav whispers, “Fucking do it.” The room seems to hold its breath as Lorenzo’s gaze hardened, it is fixated on Gustav’s figure. His finger trembling on the trigger, a single tear runs down Lorenzo’s face as betrayal and sorrow fill his aura.