Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

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.

Thick, dark blood was oozing through the cracks, Jebediah’s blood. The mantra was failing. The growls coming from inside were losing their human edge, becoming deeper, wetter, and more beast-like by the second. CRACK! The door didn't just break; it was torn clean from its hinges and slammed against the interior wall with enough impact that sent a tremor through the building. A clawed hand gripped the frame of the entrance — massive, dark-veined, trembling with barely contained force. The knuckles were split and bleeding. The claws had carved grooves into the tile, the stone groaning under the pressure of those claws.

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.

The mirror beside my bed was cracked from top to bottom, and deep claw marks tore through the walls like an animal had ripped through the room searching for blood. My breath caught painfully. “What?”

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.

Fogged breaths left her lips as she breathed heavily her lungs constricted and her stomach churned deeply as she lay somewhat lifeless on the cold cemented floor, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes her sobs choking her. She has been starved and experimented for days, her blood being taken away from her nonstop. The lack of blood in her system was slowly bring out the vampire in her and it wouldn’t take long before her true self comes out.

I held it so tight that it almost broke her hand. “Fuck you!” she screamed in pain, but I had no plan of letting her go. She tried to tear my skin using her sharp teeth, but I acted on time. I held her hair and cut it also, but triple the way she did to me earlier. The next thing I did, I punched her face so hard that it made her fly. I smiled secretly while watching her in pain. But I was not done yet. She wiped the blood from her nose. “I will fucking kill you! I will not let you slide from this!” she screamed. Suddenly, her gaze went to the sharp metal on her side.