Bleed Just To Know Your Alive Novels & Stories

The memory crashes into me—the pain, the tearing sensation in my chest, the blood. I press my hand against my chest. My shirt is stiff with dried blood, but the bleeding seems to have stopped. "I'm... alive?" I whisper. "Unfortunately." He shrugs. "But since you are, I'll spare you. Consider it a mercy from me and the goddess." Mercy from you?! I almost laugh, but I'm too exhausted.

Blood immediately starts pouring from the wound, dripping in thick splotches to the ground, forming a puddle in seconds. No! No, Arlo, don’t you dare die on me, hang on. Take some of my life essence. We’ll get you out of here and to a healer, I tell him, desperately attempting to share my animus with him. It should be possible, but no matter how hard I push, nothing happens.

My hands are holding my neck while I pant and breathe rapidly. What exactly is going on? I'm not sure. I ought to be dead, am I not? The moment the metal punctured my neck, I know I’m going to die. Why, though, do I feel alive? I'm breathing, why? I don't comprehend

For a moment, I almost feel peaceful. But I’m not finished. I tell myself this, over and over, even as my vision tunnels and the moon wobbles in the sky. You don’t get to quit now. You didn’t let them run you out of town, you didn’t let the drunks or the grief or the bullshit kill you. Don’t start now. I drag in one last breath, sharp and sweet as battery acid. I survive. I will survive. The world goes black, and I fall into it.

I’m shaken from my thoughts when a shooting pain pierces through my shoulder, the blood is instantaneous and that’s when I know I’m truly fucked. The pain and burning sensation start to spread through me and I start to feel heavy, Someone has poisoned Bree, and it’s spreading fast through both our systems. I open my arms as wide as I can before It’s too late and jump through quickly, I land in the centre of a classroom and I hear people screaming and yelling, I lift my head with what little strength I have left and let out a roar so loud the windows shatter. Adrian would hear me and he will come, but that fucker better have Bree safe, I have a feeling my blood wont be able to heal her on thi

It was a pure act of self-defense, but who would want to hear that? He was still alive, that, I could tell as his groans filled the air. The look of surprise that flashed on his face when he sat up to realize he was bleeding profusely was something I have no explanation for. I’m sure he couldn’t believe that a supposed regular gun with regular bullets would affect him, but he would be more surprised to know it was not.

I reeled backward but slumped forth when a kick landed against my back. The beating continued. He might ask them to stop immediately if I start to bleed. I keep enduring the kicks until when I start to bleed. I was getting weaker but then, I was not bleeding. "God help me."

My head is pounding, my thoughts scattered, my vision swimming. But I am alive. I am alive, and someone tried to kill me, and I just know that since I survived this, they will try again. * KIER'S POV: * I am at a charity gala when I get the news. Not directly, lol, of course. I cannot be seen taking calls about attempted murder. But I have people, people who report to people who report to me, and one of them sends me a text message that says only four words: He is still alive.

Every time he exhaled, a thin trail of dark blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. I sat beside him, his head in my lap, my hands trembling as I tried to wipe the grime from his forehead. I felt useless. In the world of signals and satellites, I was a queen. Here, in the Black Zone, I was just a girl with a dying lover and a heavy womb. "Ruby," he rasped, his eyes fluttering open. The grey in them was muddy, the light behind them fading into a dull, human film. "The... the internal bleed. It’s not stopping."

My heart leaps as adrenaline shoots down my spine. “Poor thing with poor grades. He shall be a Bleeder,” one of the Alphas announces, a woman. Growls of approval ripple through the room. I thought I accepted the truth, but now that it’s really happening, I’m frightened. My feet are glued to the floor, like if I move I’ll fall because of how sweaty my palms and soles are. My breathing becomes raspy. Mrs. Dominion’s tone shifts. “Should any of you want to choose the Bleeder, click the button before the stopwatch hits zero.”