Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

⫘☠︎︎⫘ Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ My left eye was gone to darkness, swollen shut so bad I couldn’t even force it open. Every breath burned like glass tearing through my ribs. My jaw felt split in two, bone grinding against bone every time I clenched my teeth to stop myself from groaning. I knew it was fractured, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a sound.

There was no way I could fight off a tide of vampires with shaking hands and lungs already scraped hollow from screaming. My forehead found Hasmik's shoulder, the coarse fabric of her torn shirt rough against my damp skin. I squeezed my eyes shut until stars swam behind the lids. Tears burned hot, slid sideways down my cheek, soaking into the curve of her collarbone. Somewhere beyond us, steel rang and voices rose, vampires hissed in hungry cadence, but it was all blurring.

Her screaming could make ones ears bleed. “You’re too noisy” Lucian looked down at the girl who was rolling around on the floor and screaming in unbearable pain. She wasn’t even controlling herself completely at this point, she stuck her tongue out and pulled it, as she cried, her tears intensely stung her opened face. She pulled harder and harder until she ripped her tongue out of her mouth. Blood poured out of her mouth, her tongue was in her hand, her tears endlessly flowed, causing her tears to sting her face even more.

And better still, some may neither have at all nor be a carrier. 'Really?' said Eniiyi who had rather been secretly harbouring a wish for siblings. 'Yes, my dear.' 'Is there a cure for it?' she asked hopefully. 'Unfortunately, there is no cure for Triple A Syndrome yet. But Alacrimia can be managed by either applying topical lubricants such as artificial tears or ointments or with a procedure called punctal occlusion. This one closes the tear ducts that drain tears from the eye.' 'Can I do the punctal one?' Eniiyi asked, feeling hopeful again.

His face drained of color. “That isn’t normal blood,” he whispered. Ronan’s voice cracked. “Fix it.” Tobias’s hands hovered over Lyra’s throat, trembling. This is not a cut that can be sealed with stitches. It’s ritual damage.” Lyra’s mark continued bleeding black. The substance slid over Ronan’s fingers, warm and slick. Ronan felt something inside him fracture. He could feel the collapse of the pack spreading like wildfire above them through the expanded channel of the relationship.

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

He didn't turn around. The Healer wiped sweat from his forehead. "The Luna is bleeding. We can't stop it. We need Lady Elara's tears." He turned around and said: "Cry." I didn't move. He crossed the room and took my jaw in his hand. "I said — cry." My eyes were dry. Elves do not cry on command. Especially not after the True Mate Bond has been severed by his own hand. I didn't have enough feeling left in me to make a tear.

His movements are pathetic in a way that would almost be pitiable if I didn’t know exactly what kind of monster was wearing that broken body. I take him in slowly, noting every detail with the clinical detachment of a woman examining a specimen under glass. My claw marks are still there — three deep gouges running from his hairline to his jaw. The wounds are angry and red, poorly healed, already showing the yellowish edges of infection. His left eye is swollen shut, purple and black and weeping. His lip is split in two places. Bruises cover his bare chest and arms in varying stages of healing — Knox’s work, I assume.

Astrid breathed. "How do we even begin?" "One thread at a time," I said, forcing calm into my voice. "Mira, map it. Show us the full extent of the damage." Mira's power flowed outward, shadows reaching into the tear, probing its depths. The darkness responded to her touch, revealing a structure invisible to the naked eye. "It goes deeper than it looks," Mira said, her voice strained. "The visible tear is just surface damage. Beneath, the Veil is fractured in a dozen places. Like a spiderweb crack in glass." "Can we heal all of it in an hour?" Cara asked. "We have to." I squeezed their hands.

My left eye had crusted shut overnight; forcing it open sent fresh tears streaming. Another knock. Harder. More insistent. "He can't see me like this," I whispered to the empty room. Yes. I was still worried about Mateo. Could not yet place my fingers on what I really felt for him. Could it be the way he made me feel perfect? Or his fatherly charm? I don't think his money had any effect on me–alright. Not so much. I stumbled to the bathroom. Mirror still merciless. Purple had deepened to near-black around the socket. The whites of my eye were bloodshot. Lip scabbed and swollen. I tried to cover it with hair-long waves falling over the left side-but every movement pulled at the bruises.