Sykkuno X Corpse Novels & Stories

I explain stupidly as if this pretentious tower wasn’t solely laid out in shiny tiles. While I observe his eyes changing colours, my guts tingling, my heart suddenly stops, my hazy brain starting to function again. Strangely, I remember one specific post from the dark web forum, causing me to forget how breathing works for a second. // Werewolfman22: The best thing about the matebond are the sparks. Mating while feeling your skin prickling with sparks must be the best fucking thing I ever felt. Hunter is still looking at me, his eyes shifting colours like they are still deciding on what they want to look like.

"If I hadn't faked my death…would you ever have realized how you truly feel about me? "You only learned to cherish me after I was gone. Such a bad boy." Their playful laughter faded and turned into heavy breaths. They started making out right there, too desperate to even bother hiding it from me! I shut my eyes. Their moans cut into my ears like knives while the metallic taste of that so-called 'nutritious' blood filled my mouth. The demon inside my belly was practically bouncing with joy. [Daddy and Mommy are amazing! My happiness value is skyrocketing. Oh no, I'm too young for this… guess I shouldn't watch!]

"The truth about your perfect little father, Demeter Corry, Is it true that he was not, in fact, perfect? He messed with forces he wasn't supposed to, and that's why I was hired to kill him." I could make out the anguish and resistance in Demeter's eyes. "That's right. Diego Corry dabbled with dark magic, and it got him killed." I replied. Demeter's eyes became teary. He was aware on some level that I was correct. He attempted to charge at me, but I was able to throw him against the wall. "You, Corrys, never seem to give up, do you?" I laughed as I stamped on his leg, breaking his bones.

Antoine teased back. He added, "Besides, if Kailyn hadn't saved me with that new investment back then, I wouldn't be where I am today. Now that I have all this, of course I'm going to give her the best of everything." The three of them chatted and laughed as they walked out of the cave, and my soul floated right along with them. Jason stole one last glance toward my body before speaking up again. "We found a headless she-wolf corpse in the cave today. Judging by the bone age, she was in her early 20s, right around Irene's age—"

I have to shake my fists at the sight of women kneeling between the legs of other male family members, banging away as they receive a blow job. Are they all fucking with me or what? "Before you start yelling at everyone, they are their girlfriends... At least that's what they say," Santo's voice articulates behind me. I slowly turn my head to the side and grab a glass of brandy that an employee brings me. "Would you let your girlfriend suck you off in broad daylight in front of everyone, Santo?" I ask dryly. Santo shoves his hands into his pants pockets. He's dressed like me, except his shirt is black.

… When Sebastian was invited into the Martial Arts Court, he saw over a dozen corpses at the entrance and was momentarily startled. Cohen pulled aside the white cloth that covered one of the corpses and said to him, "Please look at this, Mr. Ballard!" Sebastian's brow furrowed tightly when he saw the desiccated corpse. The way it died looked familiar. "Do you know what kind of monster did this?" Sebastian turned to ask Unus. Unus suddenly reached out a large hand, and a desiccated corpse was sucked into his palm. He pinched it gently, and the entire corpse disintegrated into powder almost instantly.

I could see Julian falling too, his body convulsing as the bond was forcibly stretched. ​Through the haze, I saw the stone doors of the chamber blow inward. ​Silas stepped through the smoke, followed by four men in tactical gear. He didn't look like a priest or a CEO; he looked like a reaper. He held a long, silver needle that hummed with the sound of a thousand screaming souls. ​"Dr. Valerius," Silas said, stepping over Julian’s prone body. "You always were a messy surgeon. You can't cut a soul with steel."

The man with the horn froze upon realizing that the truth of the corpses was exposed. He started playing the horn faster. The corpses pounced right at Harvey. “The same trick won’t work twice.” Harvey stepped on a tile on the ground. Crack! It shattered into pieces, flying all over the place. The shards lodged right into the corpses’ throats. Small worms, invisible to the naked eye, started exploding. At the same time, the roaring corpses instantly went limp before falling to the ground, as if they had lost all strength.

Even though he doesn't care, it won't be enjoyable to him… ‘Except he loves fucking dead girls!’ My brain screams it in my head. Somehow, it fills my head with terror. Thick bumps creep along my bare skin, crippling my thoughts. Fucking dead bodies is one dark kink, and just realizing how lost Mr. Russo is, he might be into that fetish too. ‘But he won't fuck me in my unconsciousness, right?’ I try to make sense of it. ‘It’s rape…’ ‘No darling, you already sold your soul to him for a night when you were devilish enough to poison another—’

Dad stood to the side, quietly shedding tears as well. As the sun set, the two of us placed her empty urn into a fresh grave, right next to Mom. I also knitted a scarf—one just like the one Paige had once given me—and draped it over her tombstone. "Paige, winter's coming. With the scarf on, you won't be cold anymore," I said, stroking the tombstone, my eyes bloodshot. "You can rest easy now. I've avenged you." After I recovered, I took over Dad's company. The first thing I did was acquire Ashmore Group, as it had once been my life's work.