Lightgore Stories

Halloween collab story me and my bf wrote for a contest. It's extremely personal and it refers to irl situation that are hard to handle. This story is the biggest finished project I've ever done. The final length is 17k words. This story starts light and soft and slowly escalates into madness. Please, if you can't digest blood, violence and swears stop right here and don't read further. I did try my best to contain the gore and I avoided to go in details about wounds but I couldn't avoid simply sentences like "The knife dug deeper into his arm, his screams echoed through the entire mansion." so, yes you've been warned.

I never asked for this, never wanted this. I was born this way, and its not for anyone but me. Just because I have abilities, dosnt mean Im a superhero. *I might expand on this if it's well received* *isnsubject to change if I see fit*

"You're supposed to be my older brother!" I shout eyes filling with tears. I wipe them away furiously. Ryunosuke stared at me shocked. "I am your brother. We are biologically related." he said not understanding. "Well you don't act like it."

Im not looking for critics, i criticize myself enough. This is just one of my old storys. Very angsty and some gore.

Dazai and Chuuya have been working with each other for a little over two years now. They have an understanding that no matter how much the other will tease, make fun of, or fight them, they'll always be ready to react to their needs. They may not show it in the best ways. Some of their late night hang-out spots would be turned into a battlefield. "You're about as bad with women as you are at playing Mario kart, Chuuya." "Excuse me!? The only one bad at Mario kart is you! I've won plenty of races." Others would agree this is the usual bickering between teenagers. But each of them knew that once something like a game, or competition was brought up, it was a small sign that they were trying. They were trying, they both knew but they never said it. Instead they'd show it. Even if it was a simple hug from behind when no one was watching. But in this case, after they were dragged down from an almost failed mission, it was a gift given by Dazai. A pair of black gloves.

Love is pure when you're willing to risk it all.

A story of a life of a him with his inner creature that he struggles against. This is for people who are able to read some light gore and depressing topics plus love that wholesome stuff

Percival Wells, a Half-elf gunslinger fighter, is on a quest for revenge, determined to kill his father. The man who took his mother from him at a young age. Many trials and tribulations await ahead, however.

Before there was Diggy, Luffy's brother, his first unofficial crewmate, a boy who vanished into the sea, there was Cass. Cass, or Casey, is Diggy's mom. All she wants is to go home. Yet, the world itself seems determined to make this new place her home. She doesn't want to be a pirate, god damn it! This story follows 'One Piece Film Youth', I don't think you need to read that first to understand- but I recommend it! Once again, I have posted this story on AO3, it is by me- not stolen!!

It was a nice day in Mondstat, a nice breeze, a nice temperature. You sighed. As you stood outside the gates of the city you waited for a certain red head. You tapped your foot impatiently before deciding to open the Tavern anyways. You are (Name) Ragnvindr, the sibling of Diluc Ragnvindr. You worked the bar for the Tavern, you despised Kaeya and there was a blonde boy you were taking a liking to. Normal stuff. Life was normal, as normal as it could be, then He came along. Not knowingly to Diluc of course. It all started with a simple order, just some dandelion wine, but he looked finicky with it. You've never seen him around, he doesn't look like he came from far though. You must have been staring because he tried getting your attention. You snapped out of it and asked what was wrong. "You were staring, is there something on my face?" " Nah, but your eyes are nice. Are you from around here? " Might as well ask. "..Oh, Yes I suppose. I just don't stick around much." He says, his voice sounding way too professional to be in a Tavern. You shrugged it off and said goodnight. He didn't return the favor. " Huh.. " you told Diluc you were headed home after that. You made a plan to find out who he was. And your plan succeeded. You found out that the ash blonde man was named Albedo. You visit him every now and then, and if your lucky he comes and visits you. He's come around to visit you more often, you were glad. But now it's getting harder to hide your friendship from your knight-hating brother.

She was born on 'The night of Souls',a war had ensued around yet it was calm,and a dispute broke out between the parties present,she is one with the mark of 'One that contains Two',and this is her journey of a hundred thoughts.

The 54th Hunger games is here! who will win,how many alliances will be formed yet broken? this story has no main character and will switch perspectives! I hope you guys enjoy I have been working on this for a while!

Again and again and again and again. Life keeps fucking you up until you lose it. Well, consider yourself lucky if you've gotten use to it. Guess what, That's just miserable.

This is a pov to one of my oc's, the Angel of Freedom

A Greg x Reader oneshot. A real quick story made for shits and giggles.

A young man is bitten by a werewolf & proceeds on a murderous rampage in town; slaying all in sight! Even his own family! Since that fateful night, he has vowed to escape the clutch of persistent authority figures and hence locate the original bearer of his curse and kill him. Only then. he'll be cured and finally have a chance to lead an ordinary teenage life. Something which he desperately yearns.

He bleeds so she'll touch him. Anastasia is just a soft-spoken helper in the school nurse's office-she flinches at blood, apologizes too much, and believes every wound can be fixed with gauze and kindness. Then Gael Rodriguez walks in. Hoodie up, eyes dark, blood trailing down his arm in a cut that looks too clean to be an accident. "Blood ritual," he says when she asks what happened-like it's the most normal thing in the world. He keeps coming back. Always bleeding. Always watching. Always smiling when she reaches for the bandages. Anastasia thinks he just needs help. But gods don't crave kindness. They crave offerings. And Gael has already chosen who the final offering will be.

Matt and Emerald are coworkers, partners, best friends in the cutthroat Harmony syndicate. Emerald's life is so covered in blood that her teeth are stained with it, but she is an assassin. Matt's gotten out of more meetings alive than he hasn't, which he counts as a win. They're taking life one day at a time, together. An episodic, disordered view of the (mis)adventures of a stubborn, insensitive assassin and an easy-going, smooth-talking negotiator.