Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

The sticky liquid seeped out from the crusty cracks of Scarlett's disfigured face. I feel pity on Noah, he left me for this dead bitch. As expected from someone who's a vampire. Scarlett's body, including face , had cracks appearing on it. Through the cracks, disgusting thick red black seeped down soaking Scarlett's loosely hung clothes. " Ahh, so dirty!" I smacked her head back, kicking her back into the Oubliette. My hands started shaking in disgust because of that nasty blood sticking on my palms. " You sure are pure and Holy. Let me wipe it for you , baby ."

A loud crackle reverberated inside the ring. ~CRACK Ivan's bones in foot seemed to have taken some kind of internal wear and tear when it hit Creed's knees. However, despite that Creed did now stay still. The outline of his dominant hand blurred for a fraction of second, painting the air with a deep scarlet. ~Arghhh A metallic glint stretched in the air and Ivan released a painful grunt from his very core. He saw that his calf was split vertically. A menacing grin appeared on Creed's face when the blood gushed out like the water leaking from a broker hydrant.

He licks my hand, and I cry. I… I want it over. I want them gone. Why can’t they just leave me be? No Mother. No Father. No Jade. No Raphael. No Tobias. No one. Just… leave me alone. I sink back onto the bed and close my eyes. Max’s licks wake me, pulling me into daylight. I can see now. One glance in the mirror makes me wince. It hurts even to move my face. My skin is purple, my lip split. Blood stains the bed where I slept while still bleeding. One of my eyes is so swollen it looks smaller than the other.

I have gone strong with every life I took and the terror I bring. I was in front of him now and as I went closer he could see that my face is drenched in blood. Tears of crimson are flowing out of my eyes, the gaping wound in my left wrist rotting while blood and pus are coming out of it. It was me he was seeing, the real me.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…

It was clearly dead, and probably what had been generating the rift. “I’d say it’s over,” said Kriss. He turned his head and spat out blood, but dismissed it with a wave of his hand when North turned to look at him. “It’s nothing. One of them had a good left hook.” Since he didn’t want to be coddled, she moved to Marek, who was completely uninjured. Eamon had a scratch above his eye, and while it was deep, it didn’t look too serious. Eli joined her to examine it. “We’ve got some butterflies in the van, and I’ll stitch you up when we get to the cabin.”

Again, and the tears coming out of her eyes seem to double in the way they pour out. I move my hand again and another finger is shattered. The crack is like the sound of thunder in my ears. She really doesn't have strong bones. I sniff and I smell blood, both from the spaces where her skin has torn and from the mouth she has over Cain's hand. Lycan blood has little to no effect on werewolves so I have no need to worry. If it did I would have killed her. "You can leave now Cain." Cain yanks his hand out of her mouth and the sob she's been trying to hold back breaks forth. It's hard and fast, and sorrowful, so, so sorrowful.

I vomited blood because of the impact. I started crawling through the floor but it’s not enough to escape. Rachelle then held me by my hair. Her nails started to get sharp and in just a second she raked her nails into my hands leaving deep gashes that welled up with blood. I shouted in pain because of what she did. She then kicked me so hard that I ended up on the chair.

He purposely tore me inside. He brings his fingers to his mouth, and I watch in horror as he sucks the fluid and blood off of them. He grins and his teeth are lined in red; my blood is coating his teeth, and I want to vomit at the sight. I can feel blood oozing out of me, and it takes all my strength to not double over in pain and collapse onto the ground. “Who do you belong to, Christina?” He asks.

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.