روايات وقصص ضمن Blood Sucking Cracked Tear

Had there been a trip across time, she would have wanted to change her family history for the better than this. “Pst!” Quan turned her head and saw another pair of girls sitting across from her. They seem annoyed. Quan could say they almost seemed scary, if she didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was white, the result of the donation she got, as a result of Quan's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is blue. This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered.

Maddox braces the stool. I press harder as tears stream down my face. I don’t stop. His screams echo through the broken house. At first, nothing changes. His skin grows paler as his head falls back. “No… no…” I cry. “Concentrate!” Lux shouts. I close my eyes and pour everything into it. The power tearing through me. I keep pressing and then slowly the bleeding begins to slow. The torn flesh beneath my palm starts knitting together. Color creeps back into his skin, not human warmth, but the pale vitality a vampire should have. His eyes flicker dark red, then deepen into a steady crimson.

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.

Three cracked ribs. Dara tells me this like she's reading from a list, which she is — her healer's notes, ink still wet, the specific shorthand she uses that I've learned to read upside down over two years of sitting in this chair. One dislocated shoulder — relocated now, which happened approximately thirty seconds ago and which I don't want to think about. A cut above my right eye, two inches, will need closing. Bruising across my left side that will be spectacular by morning.

"She should've got enough blood from James to last her for a good month, if not two." "She's been crying nonstop," Zoe said evenly. "So?" "So when a Vampire cries, they go through the body's natural water first. Once that's depleted, they go through their blood supply next as their tears turn from water to blood. It's the equivalent of you humans being severely dehydrated. "Holy shit," Michael breathed, quickening his pace. *

A vampire's fangs are so sharp, if someone pulls away during a feeding, it can tear their skin instead of leaving a puncture. Nadja frowns when he sees the slight tear. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Nadja said before leaning forward and licking the wound to heal it. A moment later he pulled back and was happy to see the wound completely healed. "There, good as new! In the future, please try to remember I do not want sex during feedings." Nadja said, before moving back to lean against the headboard. Nadja watched the human leave. He felt bad he hurt Arthur, but he's thankful it wasn't worse than it was, because he knew it could have been much more.

He writhed beneath me, hands clawing at nothing, blinded by pain, consumed by it. As I withdrew the knife, his right eyeball dangled grotesquely from its socket, hanging by a thread of tissue. Each blink caused a fresh cascade of blood to spill from his eyes, the viscous liquid flowing freely down his cheeks, mingling with his tears. "Look," I hissed, crouching low, my voice trembling with something between madness and grief.

In her infatuated eyes, a bright tear slowly flowed down her right eye and cheeks. Her tears were crystal clear like pearls, which were very beautiful. She took a deep breath and sobbed. "Actually... actually... in fact, I don't need your smell to find you. I... I just want to... come and see you." As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her head slightly to prevent her tears from falling again. "But, I'm sorry." As soon as she finished speaking, her gentle hand suddenly made a fierce claw, and several scratches instantly appeared on the sheets. Even the bed was left with five fingerprints at this time. Her eyes were full of ferocity...

Manik said breaking the kiss where she was panting under him. " But i couldn't breathe..........." He still didn't let her Complete and take her soft lips into his and started to suck them hardly and bite them. He took her both lips between his sharp teeth and bite them making her lips bleed and her tears trickled down from sideway of her eyes. Manik saw this but still didn't stop biting her. When he himself get tired he freed her lips watch them bleeding and so swelled. She cried cupping her lips and manik smirked.

Days passed by in a blur. Even my sight is blurry, like everything is in motion. My head is spinning like crazy and the vampire blood isn't helping at all. I winced in pain when I tried to remove the shreds of dead skin on my dry, cracked lips. I’ve been drinking vampire blood for almost a week now. It made my skin crawl, my throat parched and my eyesight blurry. It's like I'm being tortured before my death. My body has grown skinnier.