Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Location Novels & Stories

Albert could guess that many days has passed with him still there,he only knows that it was morning time in the human realm because according to tales that was passed down,The vampire mixtures tears the vampire's skin during day time and by night,it starts to heal by itself but very slowly. So whenever his body starts to tear up,he usually grit his teeth in pain as his arms,shoulders,legs and chest tears up with blood gushing out and when seeing his own blood,he becomes even more thirsty to drink blood but there was none to take in. It was always a painful process because it doesn't take the injuries to heal back before morning comes and the recovered body would tear up again. It was an excr

This instantly dismisses the deafening silence that dominates in this small room, with the sounds of glass breaking and shattering on the floor. Several shards spin towards her face. Most of them just pass by, leaving scratches on the edges of her face, while a pointy one gets stuck on her right cheek. Samantha remains indifferent even after that. She lazily runs a hand on that shard as if it doesn't concern her, as if it's nothing more than a baby scratch. She just pulls the shard off without blinking and let it go without sparing it a glimpse. Her dark gaze fixes on that empty wall as she touches her wounds.

The horrendous image blinking back at me under dim, buzzing bathroom lighting in a cracked mirror is sobering. I look awful, my eyes are starting to circle with the tell-tale blue darkness and the bridge of my nose is swollen and bruised already. My skin pale and blotchy from tears and traces of being unwell and my eyes look red and veiny. The blood cleans away to reveal an ashen face and a swollen top lip. I’m guessing he got me right in the centre of the face and I might be lucky with just a cracked or bashed nose rather than a broken one. It feels extremely tender and makes me nauseous when I touch it.

I skillfully walk over to the light switch , the light burns my sore eyes – leaving me to squint until they properly adjust. My legs slowly move , one after the other – my movements lack will. My eyes look at my feet , and when they stop – I slowly lift my head to see what I had stopped in front of. My eyes meet with a pair of red , swollen , empty eyes – all I could do was look at them and watch how blank and how they lacked any emotion. Stray hair strands are plastered to my face , due to the tears sticking them to my skin. Something catches my eyes as they blink towards my chest. Three nail drag marks are drawn against my chest – a little blood is visible , but it is just a scrap wound. T

Third Person's POV Seraphina didn't waste another word. She just got to work. Mortimer pressed his lips into a thin line, his dark eyes fixed on her, silent for the first time. As the layers of gauze came off, the white fabric was a bloated, crimson mess. Without the Alpha healing factor to knit it back together, the wound looked jagged—angry, swollen, and raw. "The tear is too deep. You need stitches," she said. "I'm going to flush it first. Hold steady."

The sheets torn. And on the floor, a single drop of blood.

It was clearly dead, and probably what had been generating the rift. “I’d say it’s over,” said Kriss. He turned his head and spat out blood, but dismissed it with a wave of his hand when North turned to look at him. “It’s nothing. One of them had a good left hook.” Since he didn’t want to be coddled, she moved to Marek, who was completely uninjured. Eamon had a scratch above his eye, and while it was deep, it didn’t look too serious. Eli joined her to examine it. “We’ve got some butterflies in the van, and I’ll stitch you up when we get to the cabin.”

I continued to squeeze. Its right eye – the one where an eye should be – ballooned outwards to almost twice the size of its counterpart. I could see the blood vessels engorging on the white of its eyeball, tiny splits appearing across the surface which began to seep blood, a violent burst of bloodied tears pouring down its face.

I asked looking at him directly into his eyes with my angry red one. Dad move side and my eyes fell on her vulnerable state. Her left side face has a scratches and eyes are filled with tears. Her lips have a cut at left side and dry blood is stuck on it. She had a small cut at the right side of her forehead and blood is now dry on it. I fusted my hands and cleaned my jaw in anger. Tears are continue streaming out from her eyes like a river. She is looking list and keep looking at a same place with her wet lashes. I never saw her this vulnerable.

Another tear slipped from my eyes. . . . . . TBC