Blood Lies Bleeding Novels & Stories

He’d heard me introduce myself at the gallery. Still. Hearing him say it did something to me. “I live uptown,” I said, like that explained anything. He just looked at me for another long second. Then he turned and started walking again. I called after him. “Dmitri!” He stopped. Didn’t turn. “You’re bleeding,” I said. He glanced at his hand. Shrugged. “It’s fine.” “It’s not fine.” He finally looked back at me. For the first time, I saw something crack in that iron mask. Not much. Just a flicker. Exhaustion, maybe. Or something softer. Something that scared him more than the guy with the knife.

I was practically lying in a pool of my own blood, my hair glued to my face, every bit of my usual sharpness stripped away. Only now did the others notice how much blood surrounded me. Panic flickered across a few faces. "This… this amount of blood isn't normal, right? We didn't hurt her that badly." "She really might have that coagulation disorder. If she doesn't stop bleeding like this… will she actually die?" "No way… right? I-I only stabbed her twice with the nail knife. How was I supposed to know she was really sick?"

I look at her pale skin, the pink hue from before gone. "Her heartbeat is so faint,” I say, listening as her heart makes fluttering sounds instead of the thumping sound it should be making. “She’s lost a lot of blood.” Lily says, looking at Leana, then back at me. “You, stay back. I won’t hesitate to obliterate you if you try to come for her again. Got me?”

My voice cracked with emotion, my hands tightly gripping Liam's unmoving body. Then I saw blood slowly seeping from Liam's small body. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I noticed the crimson liquid touching my trembling hand, staining my skin. The sight of the blood felt like a sharp stab in my heart, and I could hardly believe my eyes. With a heavy heart, I realized that it was indeed blood.

The panic in my chest is so extreme that I almost can’t breathe. But just when I thought it’s going to get even worse, it disappears. And I’m back on the bed, right under Roman. But we’re no longer tangled in each other’s arms. He’s kneeling in front of me, and I’m sitting upright on the bed. “What happened?” I ask, looking around and confusion and finding a little pool of blood on the bed. “What the fuck is that?” Roman stares at me in disbelief. “You bled. A lot. You bled too much, I would say that. That blood is from you. From where I bit you.”

There was a lot of blood, he was scared for the child, his or not. “I can never be safe with you” Scarlett murmured as she tried to sit up in his arms but winced when pain shot down from her waist to her legs. Her eyes widened when she felt a sticky wetness between her legs and her gown felt soaked. She reached under her with her hand and when she brought it up, her eyes widened in shock when she saw a red liquid on her hand. She was bleeding, her baby! “What's wrong with me? Why am I bleeding? What did you do to me?” Scarlett cried in panic as she began to struggle in Liam's arms, her elbow jamming against his chest.

Hands resting calmly in front of him. “I’m going to be honest,” he said. The room stayed quiet. “We cannot find any clinical explanation.” No one spoke. The words settled slowly. He continued. “Your vitals are stable. The scans show nothing alarming. There is no physical injury that explains the bleeding.” He glanced at Damien again. “Medically speaking… we cannot determine the cause.”

I work with it every single day. I know the difference between fresh and old, arterial and venous, the way it changes when adrenaline is high or when the body is already giving up. Recognizing it wasn’t hard, my body reacted before my mind did. Blood doesn’t lie, It doesn’t flirt neither does it exaggerate. It tells you exactly how much time you have left. As I walk to get a clearer view the scent grows stronger now, heavier, pooling somewhere it shouldn’t be, I already knew whatever was bleeding out there wasn’t just a scrape or a drunken fall.

I touch my face, as if unsure what I will find. But as I pull them away, my cheeks are damp. My hands were covered in silvery liquid. No, not silvery liquid. Blood. Lo is bleeding. And it is everywhere.

Kaden sits up, pulling me with him and threading his hands in my hair. I straddle his lap, more than ready to show him how much I love him too. We just stare into each other’s eyes, sharing soft touches and tender kisses. The bed shifts behind me, Declan moving to join us, but then he stills. “Liv, baby, I think-, I think you’re bleeding.” He sounds panicked. “What?” Kaden sounds just as frantic, both of us looking where Declan is staring at the bed. It feels surreal as I look at the blood staining the bed. Kaden lifts me up gently, both of us staring in disbelief at the splotch of red on his leg. I run my hand through the blood streaking down my thighs, and smear it between my fingers.