Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

Another cry tore free from her, sharp and broken, echoing off the concrete walls. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for air, eyes snapping up to meet mine. Her jaw clenched hard, muscles trembling, tears rolling freely down her cheeks now. Real tears. She opened her mouth as if to speak again—then thought better of it. Her lips pressed together, her head slowly slumping forward as whatever strength she had left abandoned her. My lips pressed into a hard line as my gaze dragged from her face to her bandaged legs, now soaked through, blood steadily seeping out, dripping onto the floor beneath her.

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.

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.

Tears cascaded down her face, mirroring the anguish she felt deep within her soul. With only one piece left to uncover, Amani's attention shifted to the bandage that obscured one of her eyes. With shaky hands, she carefully peeled away the protective covering. Her hand instantly flew to her mouth, attempting to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. The wolf had also left his mark upon her beautiful face, his claws slashing a path of destruction across her left eye. The once vibrant green hue of her iris had faded, leaving behind a ghostly pallor.

My teeth sank deep through the fabric of her torn outfit drawing blood so deep that I winced. “Agrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

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.

"How do I do it ?" I take the limp arm out of her hands and pull back the jacket sleeve. The blood vessels run like dark rivers under the skin in the moonlight. So tempting and vibrant. Gently I put a canine to the skin. With a quick jerk I draw a narrow tear in the skin, and the river of blood flows freely out of the wound. She needs no further encouragement. I can see how the metallic, captivating scent hits her nose, and she puts her lips over the tear. With a clear indication of pleasure, she sucks the liquid up.

seeing him stumble over his words, I really got worried. “What did you do?” I asked. “I just gave you some of my blood and…” Crispin started but stopped. “AND?” I demanded. “I licked some of your wounds on your legs that were the worse.” I just stared at him as he looked around then explained. “Your ligaments in your knees had torn and your bones in your legs had broken your skin when they snapped.” “How did you lick my ligaments…” looking at my knees and then at him, “did you slice into the back of my knees or something?”

My mind opens up, filling me with feelings that are not mine, bringing tears to my eyes at their intensity. The longing, desire, and love flooding into me from Jamari, no from Rieka, pulls a sob from my lips as tears flow down my cheeks. Jamari pulls her canines from my neck, her tongue darting out to lick the mark her teeth left behind, healing the wound with her saliva. A frown forms on her face when she pulls away and notices that I am crying. “Did I hurt you?” She asks nervously. I shake my head no, trying to stop the flow of tears currently flowing down my cheeks.

It took Leana almost all day to recover from her blood loss. Kella was working overtime to heal her, but the body can only recover so fast from loss of blood. When she finally opened her eyes, Drake had nearly sobbed in relief. I think maybe he actually did, because I smelled the scent of blood and there was a bit smudged on his face. Do vampires cry blood tears? I have no idea.