Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

You can see strands of it laying all over area. One of the eyeballs is missing, the socket looks like a deep black hole sitting on their face. It gives you a creepy feeling; almost like you could see deep in the soul. It’s eye is laying over to the side while the other is hanging loose out of the socket, blood leaking out of the tear ducts, almost as if the person was crying blood before they succumbed to the fatality of their wounds. The blood runs down the face, in a tear streak path, that leads past the nose to the mouth.

Reaching for one of the gallons of purified water, Grace poured it slowly between Hycinth'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 Hycinth'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.

The room was filled with an intense silence, broken only by the echoes of his heavy panting. He stared at the bloodied knuckles, his mind drifted to her. The girl with those mesmerizing brown orbs, brimming with tears. He could see the pain and shattered trust reflected in her eyes, like a broken mirror reflecting a fractured soul. It was as if he could glimpse the depths of her hurt and betrayal, all encapsulated within those tear-filled eyes.

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.

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.

Her dark gaze fixes on that empty wall as she touches her wounds. Blood seeps eventually from her wounds, especially on that part where the shard stuck. She caresses it in circular motion for a few seconds and brings her fingers in front of her. Only by then, her eyelids flutter once and moves her gaze down to her hand, greeting her vision with blood coating her fingertips. Samantha feels her wounded skin healing until the wounds completely vanishes, leaving no signs on her face other than blood. She smirks eerily, eyes still fix on her hand. "That dumbbell is right. You're a devil, Samantha. You'll never live like humans."

"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.

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.