Novel & Cerita Blood And Tears

She nodded her head. I made a small slash at my wrists and watched my blood begin to pool around the wound. Arisa reached for my wrist gingerly. She slowly brought it to her lips and began drinking. A shudder passed through me as she drank my blood. A second later she pulled away. Her eyes had tints of red in them, proof of the bonding process.

My hands trembled as I pulled a sharp knife, tears streaming in my eyes, I tried to imagine how it would feel to be dead “Painless death” I felt a force pushing me to end it all while another urged me to be brave. I tried to erase my craze but it took a hold of me again, this time pushing with brute force. My heartbeat increasing rapidly, I pulled the knife to do what bravery never encourages. I let the sharp knife fall from my hands. I couldn’t do it, I just could not do it. I sat on the floor and cried until my eyes turned red.

So with every ounce of my strength, I dragged his unconscious body outside before collapsing beside him. I woke up in the hospital with a permanent burn scar on the back of my neck. Back then, I only had one thought. "At least Judd's okay." It never crossed my mind that he would mistake Megan for his savior, or that we would end up here. My silence seemed to give him the answer he needed. Tears began streaming down his face as he covered his eyes, and his shoulders shook violently. "I'm so sorry… I had no idea…" After crying for a while, he looked up with a strange glint in his eyes.

It took Leana almost all day to recover from her blood loss. Kella was working overtime to heal her, but the body can only recover so fast from loss of blood. When she finally opened her eyes, Drake had nearly sobbed in relief. I think maybe he actually did, because I smelled the scent of blood and there was a bit smudged on his face. Do vampires cry blood tears? I have no idea.

she teased. She handed the alpha a vial from his pocket. “These are my tears, they work quickly when it comes to injuries. Put a little on the wound and it should close up. Fake tears don't work as well as crying so I hope it’s enough to heal you quickly.” Logan looked even more shocked as he took the vial. It was as wide and long as his index finger, the liquid inside milky white. Who had milky tears? “I have so many questions,” Leo mused, “I'll update you when you come back.”

Like being hit in the head with a hammer, her survival instincts made her senses work at full capacity. She began to analyze based on what was in front of her, from bed sheets to men, it was not difficult to guess what was going on. Rian's eyes widened, fingers digging into bleeding flesh. What happened last night, she only slept for one night. Maybe it was a fatal weakness, she was too tired to let her guard down, even regret it. -My first time… is that so…. Strangely, in such a state she couldn't shed a single tear. Maybe it was the mentality and habits that were trained long before the incident that Rian only thought of a solution.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

Staining every memory, every appearance of intimacy that room had ever had. A gasping sob tore at the back of my throat. I clapped a hand across my mouth, biting down savagely on my knuckle to hold in the second one, and tasting the bitter tang of blood. But the tears fell in spite of that. Blistering, urgent, they welled up inside me and poured out, warping the square of moonlight into a shivering, rippling haze. They trailed soundlessly down my face, dripped onto the plain white coverlet under me, and spread dark, spreading stains.