Vore Novels & Stories

a mocking voice echoes down the hall, loud and confident, dripping with irony. “You bastard… you killed my father!” Mark yells, sprinting like a beast, his eyes bloodshot with darkness. “Eh, eh… I don’t think so,” Logan lifts an AK-47 from the ground. It’s dirty, rusty, but on the gas pistons, you can just make out a black “5” with smoke curling from it. For some reason, Mark sees it too. He freezes mid-step, and Sam doesn’t move either. I can’t comprehend anything.

VVVVV Kenji emerged from the water and it was so convenient that Geiru chose to walk past. “Were you looking for me?” he asked getting out. No she wasn’t looking for him. He was someone she didn’t want to be around. He gave her a bad feeling. Like her boss bad, but more sinister. But she wanted to know everything. “Maybe” she teased and she knew she was doing it right, because he smiled. “So you can make different expressions apart from neutral. It’s nice”. Geiru smiled. “So I’ve been feeling a little bit congested here. Would you mind accompanying me out?”

[Skill 'Meme Creator' (Level 1) ACTIVE! [Meme: 'Kevin The Muscle Parasite: When Gym Influencers Need A Monster To Look Strong'] [Effect: Kevin's Attractiveness -30%! Kevin's Aggression toward you +50%!] Kevin roared in anger. "I'm going to rip you in two, you worm!" He leapt from the wall, landing hard beside Bima, causing the Behemoth to shudder violently. GROOOOAAAAARRRR! The Behemoth roared again, this time louder, as if annoyed by Kevin's impact.

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" Wouldn't that mean that V1 and V2 aren't stable?" " I guess so... but maybe because of all the drama that's going on or that they are hiding it from her? Maybe that's why V0 doesn't do anything about it?" " Hmmm... So if V1 is sloth, V2 is lust, V4 is wrath, V5 is pride, V6 is gluttony and you are greed." " Which makes either V3 or Kaen envy. " " I can't see Kaen as the envy type. .. If you ask me, the way he acted when V1 piss him off was definitely a low level of wrath and he does come off as prideful once in a while." I pointed it out.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

"my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?" "Our hidden firework stash in the barn" "Yes," Acre says with a big grin, I can feel the excitement radiating off him, his wolf Forest is jumping around with excitement and Abyss my wolf he's just as excited, he's tipping at me. All of a sudden I feel Acres excitement deflate and Forest is on alert, Acre has frozen staring at the t.v. screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear

- Wow, you fat girl that kill me? Devin pretended to be angry. - You can't imagine how much I missed you, you boring. I hugged Devin really tight and he started laughing. - It's Jon, looks like she has her favorite. Cory rolled her eyes. I got away from Devin and ran to hug Cory. - Don't be jealous, Cory. Love you too. - Know. - Cory says returning the hug. Then I hugged Jon, but with him it was more difficult as he didn't want to let me hug him.

Ariane’s POV After work, I decided to take a walk alone in the black moon pack that was connected to my world. In that forest, there was a place that always made me feel peaceful and calm. I walked along the path filled with shady trees and lush leaves. The cold and cool breeze made me feel even more fixated on the beauty of this nature. When I was far enough from home, a very familiar aroma suddenly wafted through the forest. The scent of blood and wet soil was familiar to me. It was the scent of someone I could easily recognize, because he was a hidden part of myself.