Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

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.

"The silk is dried into the tissue. If you tear it off, you'll open the arterial tear Vance warned me about." Jarrah’s eyes snapped open. They were a dark, stormy grey, laced with red capillaries from sheer exhaustion and blood loss. He looked at me, really looked at me, his gaze dropping to my hands holding the silver forceps and scissors. "You're very bold tonight, Malia," he murmured. The lack of volume in his voice was far more dangerous than if he had shouted. "I’m tired," I replied, leaning in. "And you’re bleeding in my sanctuary."

I take a small sip and then push it away. "Okay Julisa, make sure you drink more later it will help your throat." Tara says with a sad smile. I nod my head in understanding still wincing a little at the pain it causes. "You have a grade 2 concussion, A broken nose and fractured left cheek bone. I cleaned the nasty bite you have on your right thigh. And stitched the tear in your vagina. I still worry about infection so I have you on antibiotics." Tara says with a sigh.

It still haunts me to think about what had been done to her beautiful body as well as Tyler's and Jason's. My eyes burned with tears I knew I should not shed. I brushed them away quickly, not because I was tired of giving in to them, but because the sight of my tears would be a dead giveaway to the changes I've been trying so hard to conceal. You see, what gives a vampire life is blood. It's what our sweat, our saliva, and our tears are made of. When we cry, we cry blood—but not me, not any longer, not since Paul and I had changed. Now my tears are clear like human tears, and meat is now something I crave—raw bloody meat. Don't ask me what crying real tears means or being sustained by both m

Spit flooded out—thick ropes running down her chin, dripping onto her bare tits. I fucked her mouth. Hard. No rhythm. Just brutal thrusts, snapping my hips up. I felt my cock rammed past her tonsils. Gluck-gluck-gluck filled the room—choking, sloppy. She clawed at my thighs, her nails drew blood. I didn’t fucking care. Her eyes watered. Tears streamed black with mascara. She looked up—pleading, do wrecked. I stared back. Cold. “Take it,” I growled, smirking.

Feeling the tears run down my own face as I hold my broken little mate. He had come so far, and all it took was that one little encounter to undo everything and break him again. It's one thing to look into his normal eyes when they're filled with tears, but to look into his red eyes when they're filled tears.... I don't know, that really does something to me. To see his vampire cry. To see those red eyes of Sid filled with tears, breaks my heart even more.

You feel it with your fingers - well, it’s just a raw mattress - uneven, creased and wet from blood. “You knocked out my tooth ...” the guy said, moving his broken lips with difficulty. - And I wanted - an eye. Go wash your face. Standing over the stream and looking into the yellowish water with brown silt at the bottom, Tamir tried in vain to examine his face. Staring at him from the brook was something absolutely terrible - swollen, with a swollen nose and a bloody mouth. Soon the eyes will swim and black circles of bruises will lie around them. Good.

All three vampires suck in air. “It’s really true?” Demetrius asks, looking at me. “On three,” I say to him. “One, two, three.” Drake looks to see Demetrius take his first step into the sun in who knows how many years. “It doesn’t hurt,” he says excitedly. We take several more steps before he’s able to stand beside Drake. Then both of them lift their heads to the sun and I see blood tears begin dripping from Demetrius’ eyes.

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."

I cried and pleaded with my life, I thought he was a friend of Maxine and Anna, why does he want to hurt me. Next thing I saw made me scared. His white eye socket turn red with a mixture of black along with his socket and veins popping from the side of his eyes, I yelled before I felt his teeth on my neck, biting, a strong pain shoot through me, my blood trickle and he kicks it, crying for my life, he suck my blood making me completely weak.