Re Zero Gore Novels & Stories

I observe the movement of the zombie at the back and wait for the moment where it looks at the back not even a wink can stop my focus, seconds by seconds and the zombie is slowly moving and it turns back! without wasting a moment I suddenly move forward to the horde but *rrrooaarr!!!* there is a zombie in front of me!!! I didn't notice it due to I was too focused on the back zombie "I can't stop my momentum now!!!"- John Carl

It had no distinguishable features other than a gaping, vertically opening maw rimmed with rows of hooked fangs gleaming with ropes of slimy drool. The sound its produced was a horrible gurgle, similar to the agonizing groans of the damned. The three manifestations of unholy turned their lustful gazes on the terrified Zerona, who shrank back against the wall in abject horror. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream when they began advancing toward her. “Y-You can’t do this, Knox…. Ahh!” she shrieked when one of them grabbed her by her leg and yanked her toward them. A stab of pain surged through her from the point where the sharp claws cut into her skin.

But she couldn’t, her curiosity and mate bond was getting the best of her. ~~~ Gore immediately stripped out of his clothes, then got in the shower. There he stood under the cascading water, staring down at his throbbing cock. He had thought that the cold water would have helped, but it only seem to make things worse. "Fuck!" Gore punched a huge hole in the wall. He had never been so horny and stiff before. With him thinking back to what happened in the kitchen, didn’t make is any easier on him either. His cock was pulsing so much that it almost became painful for him.

The thing which scares me the most is the lack of any emotion on Zero’s face. We all get busy looking at Abraham’s ablaze head, his skin chipping away, leaving the bones and flesh exposed. His body joins the head shortly, breaking us all out of the ruthless trance. Zero hasn’t stopped. He is not nearly done with the originals. And this is going to lead to something disastrous. I croak as Ryker lies me down, patting my head softly as if he is assuring a child that he will be coming back in a moment and I don’t need to worry.

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

David and Chelsea moved back slightly as Tamara and Kim left the studio holding hands. “Are you certain you’re okay, Miss? You’re green,” Kim frowned in concern. “T T… Toilet,” Tamara hissed as Kim’s eyes widened. “Let’s go,” Kim whispered hurriedly as she navigated Tamara back to the dressing room. Tamara went into her dressing room toilet, took down her pants, and exploded with a sigh of relief. Her everything was on fire and she sat on the toilet bowl as wave after wave of relief washed over her.

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE, AND NUDITY. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. SEVERAL HOURS LATER Tears were dripping down the side of her face as she lay beneath him. Bruce was panting above her. He just gotten off on another explosion inside of her. He was looking at her with a smile as he was enjoying what he did to her. Taking her to his fulfillment. Enjoying the tortures pleasure he planted on them the past couple of hours. He lay right next to her as he caught his breath. His arms swung around her waist and his head right next to her shoulder. She turned her head slightly, so he didn’t see her crying.

I keep at it until my jaw is aching pleasurably, and even then, I don’t stop until I have him groaning and cursing as he cums hard into my mouth, and I wring every drop of cum out of his dick. Afterwards, we’re both sweating, so head into the shower to rinse off, kissing each other as we do so, and unable to keep our hands off each other as we do so. Finally, we’re done and we head back into the bedroom, where we fall on the bed and fall fast asleep in each other’s arms, totally spent. By the time I wake up several hours later, Nathan is already awake and is watching television, with the volume set very low, so as not to disturb me.

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

Nothing she hadn’t seen before. “Damnit Azria, you just had to have the last of it!” She said pissed off. Abigail noticed the throw up on the floor. “I’m not cleaning up your puke. If you can’t handle your shit that’s on you.” Azria didn’t say a word. Usually he was out of the “zombie stage” that happened when it hit your system. But he was absolutely silent.