Novel & Cerita Blood On Leaves Meaning

Sharper this time. I swallowed. My hands were shaking. I hugged my sketchbook tighter. He exhaled through his nose. Looked at the blood on his knuckles like it had personally offended him. Then he reached into his jacket, pulled out a black bandana, and started wrapping his hand. I watched, stupidly mesmerized. “Why were you there?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to mine. “I was passing through.” “Twice in two days you’ve ‘passed through’ exactly where I am.”

Every single leaf shrank, curling inward, darkening at the edges, gone in a matter of moments. I gasped, blocking the sound with my palm, pressing it hard against my mouth. I had heard them speak over and over again about how poisonous my blood was, about what it could do, about the weapons it had been used to make. I had heard the words so many times that they had started to feel like something distant and abstract, like a story someone told about another person. But standing right here and seeing it with my own eyes. The speed of it. The completeness of it. How quickly and decisively it had destroyed something that had been full of life just seconds before.

Instead of green, the leaves shimmered like moonlight on dark water. "Are those leaves silver?" I asked in wonder. In all my centuries, I'd never seen anything like it. "Yes. The same colour used in the Royal Clan emblem." Theron answered. I flicked my gaze over to him for a second, watching the shadows dance over him, almost welcoming him like one of their own before I turned my attention back to the tree. "What is this thing Theron? It's beautiful, don't get me wrong, but I get the sense there's something more to it." The arcane had begun rippling in gentle waves under my skin, stirred by this place.

The poison lodges in the wound then speedily connects with a blood vein and flows rapidly into the body. "Yes?" Dane replied staring at me. "I know why the bleeding isn't stopping," I muttered picking up the blood-drenched tablecloth that I used earlier. "Isn't this strange?" I asked showing Dane the blood. "Hmm," Dane grunted as he took a closer look at it. "Don't tell me that it's.." His voice trailed off as he stared at me. "It is," I replied. I felt my breathing constrict, The plant was so poisonous that it could do a lot of damage to a Lycan. I didn't want to lose my brother.

Stooper crushed a handful of dried leaves into one of the bowls, then added drops of thick red liquid from a small bottle. "This is called Moon root and Alpha’s blood,” Stooper explained. “It helps reveal connections of the soul.”

I looked at her legs, the blood was slowly gushing out increasing the pain that she had tried to conceal. “How do I help?” I asked mama taking the stance of a man. “Ikem, get water” she replied almost immediately. Ikem took the bucket and set off swiftly then she turned towards me “you will have to control the bleeding” I nodded my head, taking recognition of the task placed on me. “Find an onugbu leaf, cut as much as possible and find a cloth or wrapper.” I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama.

His face is clear from those wretched silver marks, which makes me feel relieved. My legs tremble as I bend towards the leaf, a wave of dizziness threatening to pull me under. Elijah’s hand, warm and assuring, presses against my back in support. I keep one hand on his shoulder, grateful for his help and steadying myself, I reach for the leaf. It lays limp on the ground, its vibrant red color turned black. I hiss as I feel a burning sensation on my hand while holding the leaf. Elijah steps forward to take the leaf from my hand, but I shake my head.

I took the pieces of my dress and placed them on the bleeding surface, but it was useless. Restlessly, I got up and looked around the wood. I remembered how Granny had told me about a particular type of leaf in the woods that helped sustain an injured person. According to her, if the leaves are squeezed, and the substance from it is applied to the surface of a bleeding wound, the bleeding would stop and sustain the person until medical help is given.