Blood And Tears Novels & Stories

Apparently, his boss borrowed her so he will be deducting the money every month from her salary "Mr Merra said And that's her boss, He added "Thank you so much son, we really appreciate that" "You are welcome ma, don't mention" Come here, Jack move closer to her and she rub her palm on his head, Jack eyes change to res and tears was about dropping from them Briana notice that, then Jack immediately excused himself and went out Briana followed him immediately, "Are you okay sir, " "Yes of course, "And what happen, why did your mood change when my mum touch your head"

Haimon could not attack a blood, and our unborn baby was a blood. "Don't kill us, Adam," I said as gently as I could manage. I sent all my power in that last blast, so I was weak. This was the best I could do. He sniffed the air several times and moved close to my neck, where his mark was. He took in my scent, still growling, and then he bit down on the mark. It was painful at first, but then pleasure washed through me, and I moaned. He pulled me close tightly, pulled on my blood and magic a little, and then released me. I looked at him, and his eyes were normal again. He had tasted my blood and pulled on my magic a little to quiet down his hunger. Adam had tears in his eyes.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…

A human, at least. I wring my palms, they felt sandy. I opened my palms, looking into them. They were covered in ash. My arms. My fucking body. “Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist. It was as though they were glued to my skin. I'm scrubbing them off more. More. I want to rip the top of my skin off. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Hot tears.

The kind that made her own eyes sting just from hearing them. And then she felt it. She pulled back slightly and looked at his face. Blood. His tears were blood. Rita had heard of this, had read it once in one of the books in the library he let her use. Vampires didn’t cry often. It took something enormous to make them cry. A heartbreak so heavy it pushed past their centuries of numbness. And when they did, they wept blood. She swallowed, her throat tight as she wiped his face with the towel still in her hand. Her palm came away red.

The little bit of money I had scraped together, paid for with endless nights and cracked, bleeding hands, meant less to them than one of my brother's hobbies. Brian sat nearby, playing video games. When he heard that, he looked up and shouted, "Yeah! Dad's right! You're not getting in anyway. Might as well give me the money!" I looked at the two of them, at their perfectly reasonable expressions, and felt my stomach churn. I did not cry. I did not argue. I knew tears were the cheapest thing in that house. It was worth nothing. I kept quiet. I just picked up a broom and started sweeping the shells scattered all over the floor.

Blood. The warrior shrieked as the first few droplets of my blood tears landed on his face. It rolled down to enter his ears. His rotting wounds started closing up. The black veins on his body that were no longer intertwined, started fading out. His dull, pale skin filled up with colour.

Lifeless. Blood coats my thighs, my hands, my stomach. I don’t know how much of it is his. My fingers slide into his hair, slick with rain and blood, and I bow over him, tears pouring freely now, mixing with the rain as they drip onto his face. “Please,” I beg, voice cracking completely. “Please don’t do this. Don’t leave me. I can’t, I can’t lose you too.” My shoulders shake violently as I sob. I tip my head back and scream.

Blood seeped from her wound, staining the floor a vivid scarlet, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. My world shattered. I dropped to my knees, my arms enveloping Zyra's fragile form, her lifeblood seeping through my fingers. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, intermingling with the raw scent of fear and despair. It was a scene etched into my memory, a portrait of helplessness and fractured bonds.

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”