Novel & Cerita Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Location

Reaching for one of the gallons of purified water, Grace poured it slowly between Aurora's open legs, the excess water draining through the slats of the picnic table beneath her. My Wolf stared intently as Grace carefully dabbed the blood and semen away. He listened to what the Healer had to say, but he also fully intended to assess the damage for himself. Grace had to repeat the process several times before all of the fluids were removed and Aurora's sensitive tissue could be examined. Pushing his snout closer to get a better look, rage engulfed us both again when we saw fissure tears around both holes, some minor but others significant as blood continued to trickle.

He licks my hand, and I cry. I… I want it over. I want them gone. Why can’t they just leave me be? No Mother. No Father. No Jade. No Raphael. No Tobias. No one. Just… leave me alone. I sink back onto the bed and close my eyes. Max’s licks wake me, pulling me into daylight. I can see now. One glance in the mirror makes me wince. It hurts even to move my face. My skin is purple, my lip split. Blood stains the bed where I slept while still bleeding. One of my eyes is so swollen it looks smaller than the other.

Instead of waking her up, I chose to carry her into my wing, gently not to wake her up. "Oh my god," I swore the moment I looked at her face under the lights inside the building. Much of her appearance remained the same as earlier when I had seen her, but her cheek was purple, with her lip split at the corner with dry blood visible. Her blood was wet with what I assumed was tears and some drops of blood.

I hurt her. The knot. It had been too big, stretched her too far. I could see the small tears at her entrance, pink and raw and bleeding sluggishly. I licked them the way I'd licked the bite — long, slow strokes, my saliva coating the damaged flesh. Beneath my tongue, the bleeding slowed. Stopped. The tears began to close, the same way the bite had. Heal mate. Fix what I broke.

My cheek stings and tears fill my eyes. “DON’T TELL ME NO!” He screams. I can feel the heat of his breath on me and I drop my eyes to the floor. My tears betray me and fall with each blink of my eyes. My cheek throbs and I know it’s going to bruise. I force myself to disconnect and focus on the color of the flooring.

A hot tear escaped my left eye and touched the tile below my face immediately. The next thing I knew, Rhea had me up on her shoulder with a slight grunt.

I spin so fast the world blurs… And freeze. Blood has soaked through his once-pristine white dress shirt, the fabric now a macabre Rorschach test clinging to his torso. A jagged laceration peeks through the torn silk - eight inches long, glistening at the edges where emergency stitches pull the skin taut. His face is a brutalized masterpiece: Left eye swollen shut, the lid mottled purple-black Bottom lip split clean through, the wound reopening as he speaks Three parallel scratches raking from temple to jaw - “Lucina's signature”

REINA My scream tore through the apartment like shattered glass, echoing off the walls long after it left my throat. For one suffocating second, I couldn’t breathe. I stared at the vicious wound carved across Paolo’s side, raw, angry, and swollen. Thick, uneven stitches pulled the torn flesh together like some brutal attempt at sewing a broken doll. Deep purple bruising bloomed beneath his pale skin, spreading outward like spilled ink. Blood still seeped slowly from the edges.

I lose my balance and fall on the floor where the glass pieces of the crockery he broke a while ago are scattered. Burning pain and something wet on my arm, just below the wrist registers in my head and forces me to look at it. My mouth agape when I see one of the pointed glass pieces went into my arm and blood is streaming out of it. Tears begin flowing down my face as I try to pull it out with my other hand. A faint scream escapes my lips when I become successful in my attempt. Flow of blood becomes faster.

My arms and chest were the most difficult thanks to all of the tattoos I've gotten over the years. As I carefully searched my chest, parting my hair to get a good look like one would do to a dog when looking for ticks, I noticed that the dragon on my chest seemed to look like it had large white-green tears coming from it's eyes, almost as if it had been crying and the tears dried on my skin. There were only three of them, but they were there all the same.