Blood And Tears Novels & Stories

It still haunts me to think about what had been done to her beautiful body as well as Tyler's and Jason's. My eyes burned with tears I knew I should not shed. I brushed them away quickly, not because I was tired of giving in to them, but because the sight of my tears would be a dead giveaway to the changes I've been trying so hard to conceal. You see, what gives a vampire life is blood. It's what our sweat, our saliva, and our tears are made of. When we cry, we cry blood—but not me, not any longer, not since Paul and I had changed. Now my tears are clear like human tears, and meat is now something I crave—raw bloody meat. Don't ask me what crying real tears means or being sustained by both m

I clung to the hope that perhaps, in the release of my tears, I would find some semblance of healing, some semblance of peace. The tears continued to flow, each one carrying with it a fragment of my shattered dreams. I mourned for the life I had once known, the vibrant spirit that had now been eclipsed by uncertainty and fear. The weight of my tears felt both cleansing and exhausting, as if with each droplet, I shed a layer of my anguish.

Melina’s blood splashes onto the floor, painting it crimson with . Melina doesn’t know how much time has gone by but her throat is sore and a pool of blood lies around her feet. Her hands are white from gripping the armrest too hard. Her hair sticks to her face and she can no longer taste salt on her lips. Looking at the carnage on her arms and legs, fresh tears form in Melina’s eyes. Kimberly has sliced the skin on her arms, stomach, chest and thighs.

Well, I did at that moment. I cried the tears I hold in every time my husband fūcks me or beats me. Or the tears I hold in from the fear I feel about potentially receiving the news that they took down Papa or Padrino. With each fat tear that slipped down my cheek, I scrubbed harder. This is the life we have to pay for being born into this world. Whether we liked it or not, our world was built on the blood and tears of others. I just never thought it would be on ours.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

Sure, I had been playing a dangerous game with Keith, but his words then twisted in my chest, leaving me feeling raw. What did he even see me as? Tears pricked my eyes in a hot rush, and each breath stung a little. I jerked my head up and bit down hard on his lip. Keith let out a sharp sound, but he did not stop, and my strength to fight back was fading fast. He gazed down at me, and I could not tell what he saw, but I knew my cheeks were burning and my eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.

Blood sprayed into the air, dyeing Ambrose utterly red as he stumbled backward, about to keel over at any moment. Heather's chest was at its breaking point at the sight, tears streaming from her eyes. "Brother Ambrose! Go, please go! Leave me and go…" Heather sobbed and screamed, tears flowing endlessly like rivulets down her face. Heather and Ambrose had seen enough of the world and had sworn to be together even in death, yet she could no longer take the sight of Ambrose covered in blood. She could not take him dying at the blade of an enemy even more.

, Royce screamed, making a dash for the butcher and started to hit him with his tiny fist. The man turned around immediately and punched Royce so hard that his bones gave out a wrenching sound. Royce screamed out in so much agony and crouched his chest. I was utterly helpless, all I could do was cry until I just couldn't get the sound out of my mouth anymore. All that was left was just a tight painful feeling in my chest threatening to reduce my insides to cinders. Dad looked helpless. All his resolve seemed to have disappeared out the window, he slumped his shoulders in defeat and let his tears flow freely. I had never seen him cry until that moment and it hurt to watch him break apart.

But this time, I couldn't even reach out to clean my eyes when thick stinging tears ran down my eyes and blurred my vision. TBC

“You don’t have to do that. It’d be better if we just… kept this thing private for now.” The words hit harder than I expected. Hard enough that the glass in my hand cracked without warning. A sharp snap filled the room. Shards cut into my palm and a thin line of blood trickled out. Ava gasped. “Oh my God—” She rushed toward me, reaching out, but I pulled my hand away from her touch. Instead, I grabbed her with my other hand and tugged her down onto my lap. She landed awkwardly, wide-eyed, her hands against my chest to steady herself.