Bleeding Edge Novel Novels & Stories

I mustered all of my strength and screamed for help, but it was useless. My blood cells felt like they were tearing themselves apart from the inside. Every inch of me was rejecting itself, splitting, and collapsing. I knew what hemorrhaging felt like, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. The silver spread like a shadow, consuming me bit by bit. Right before death took me, only a single thought lingered in my mind. When Tobias and Nicholas found out I was dead, would they regret it at all?

Start- The cool breeze of the early morning was blowing at is full speed where as the sun was about to arise but got covered by the dark side clouds which engulfed the whole sky , stopping the daylight from scattering around . The blow of wind turned more forceful and aggressive as his bewildered and widened gaze trailed at the white satin sheet waving which was wrapping over her whole body who was standing at the edge of that balcony . Her chestnut brown hair were flowing with the force of air as her Amber orbs were starting above at the still dark sky where as her deets were on the ending ceiling of the wall that was covering that balcony on the 17th floor at that building.

"You are not virgin?... But you said you had no boyfriend before me neither you had hookups..." He asked little bit mad. "No! I won't tell you. You will laugh at me... And probably make fun of me for whole life..." She pouted. "I don't know about the fun but I like the concept of whole life..." He grinned. "Now tell me before I lose patience... I won't laugh, I promise..." Sarah smiled embarrassed. "You know I have a habit of reading erotic novels right?... I was reading a very good book and I wanted to try it. I had no boyfriend so decided to use___"

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

I collapsed in the street with my clothes in disarray. Vanessa Coleman looked at me with eyes full of aching concern and draped a jacket over me. "Don't talk about it," she comforted me. "Let's go home first." The eyes of neighbors and acquaintances cut into me like knives. I shuddered all over and finally believed that I really had been reborn. In my previous life, I had been kidnapped for no clear reason. Twenty-four hours later, I was dumped outside my own home.

CONTENT WARNING This story contains themes of mental health struggles, suicidal ideation, emotional abuse, and trauma. Reader discretion is advised. Asher's pov. I slammed my door shut and twisted the lock, the metallic click echoing in the silence of my room. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely pull them away. I slid down the wood immediately, my back pressed against the door, my knees tucked tightly to my chest. I covered my ears with both hands, squeezing my eyes shut as if I could physically block out the world.

Not again. I opened it and everything in me went cold. Subject: Academic Integrity Review: Additional Evidence Submitted. My fingers tightened around the phone as I scrolled. New materials had been added to my case.Visual comparisons, side-by-side analysis, highlighted overlaps. Everything was…More detailed. More… convincing. My chest tightened, “no…” I whispered. Across the room, Ernest looked up immediately. “What?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I flipped open my sketchbook, staring at the blank page. Then, without thinking I started drawing. Lines all rough and unsteady but forming. Because right now, that was the only thing I could control. “What exactly did I walk into?” I whispered.

And for the first time since this bond had sparked to life, it felt like I had power in it. Not just fate. Me. I returned to my room just past midnight. And found it torn to pieces. Drawers ripped open. Clothes shredded. Window cracked inward like something clawed its way through. And across the bed, written in blood: She who Bleeds is a member of him. I stumbled back into the hallway, heart in my throat And collided with Leif, eyes wide, blades already drawn. “We have a breach,” he growled. “Maximus is” A scream split the air.

The remaining Librarians scatter, hissing. The Hunter wipes his blade. "They'll be back. The Silence always sends a bigger predator." He nods to a portal flickering in the ruins-a doorway of fractured light. "That leads to the Edge. The one place the Silence hasn't touched." "Why?" "Because it's not a story. It's a *blank page*." --- **The Edge** The portal spits us into a desert of white sand, the sky a sheet of unmarked parchment. The air is sterile, scentless.