Jumbe and Sala Chapter 1 Unlikely Companions
Blood seemed to cover the ground in front of him as several bodies lay torn to pieces.
Wounds: Chapter 2
But it wasn't so much the residual damage of the torn muscles and fragmented nerves that bothered him.
The Conscript
Yet he knew they were not actually being torn off, at least not yet, because he could still feel the pain.
Indigo Nights- Chapter 21: The Zenith
But when his eyes open, he's suspended in the ripples of time, everything flowing slowly as his feet abandon the ground, his torn jacket catching the ethereal wind like a torn flag.
Chronicles of Nahia - Prologue & Part 1
And nahia wept, her claws digging deep into the blood-soaked moss beneath her even as she felt the incomparable agony of her loss, her connection to the spirit world severed, torn from her very soul.
Lycan Awakening
torn between acting and remaining in human form to cast spells, and taking her lycan form and roaming the woods and avenues of the realms to search for a pack, or a mate.
Isolation-Excerpt 25-Ghoul
torn bits of what looked like a security uniform and a light plate carrier still clung to it's frail looking body. it was also leaving a trail of what looked like dried blood.
Therian Dreaming II - New Begininings - Chapter Ten -
Kelsie watched, torn between fear and surprise – as fawnie crept closer, her leathery nose timidly brushing the front left teat with a bare hint of a touch. “good girl, its alright, i...i want you...”
Coell Universe - Space Rescue
With a tremendous wrench he felt his container slam into something, the top sheering off in a jagged shriek of torn metal, then quiet as the air rushed out in a heavy whoosh. _**warning!
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 12
A piece of meat to be torn apart. but maybe there was more to it than that. maybe what he was truly seeing was _life_. life to be ended, to be snuffed out, to be crushed underfoot. the more the better, and this little fox was full of it.
4 : Obscured
Scilius managed to catch it against his forearm, and suffered nothing more than two or three torn scales. cecil's fist, however, drove into the concrete wall.
Identity: Chapter Twenty-Six
A drop of spittle fell from his tongue to the bedspread, which was, along with the blankets and sheets, torn partway from the bed in evidence that his rest had been troubled and restless.