Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Novels & Stories

Ian and Luka stand on either side of the mattress, their hands pressed down on white sheets that are already turning completely crimson. The only sound in the room is a wet, rattling gasp. Adriel. His skin is the colour of old parchment. A massive, jagged tear runs across his left thigh, but the real disaster is higher. Right above his left nipple, a deep, bubbling puncture wound leaks dark, venous blood with every pathetic beat of his heart. "Betty," Ian says, stepping forward to block my view. "You shouldn't - " I lift my right hand. A single, cold look freezes him in his tracks. He steps back, his mouth shutting with a hard click.

He dug his teeth into her soft skin, drawing blood from the cut and tears from her eyes, without wasting any more seconds. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep them from brimming, but instead of listening to her, tears streamed freely from her orbs as she squeezed them shut. He has finally claimed her!

My eyes are drying out from crying but tears keep on streaming down my eyes. "Let her fucking go, Franco. This is the war you're bestowing between us." Matteo warned, Franco, pressed the knife deeper in my skin, slicing my flesh slightly, creating an open wound. I feel the blood trickle down my throat but I stood in place, still shaking in fear. I closed my eyes shut.

Mу tears аrе thе ѕnоttу type of сrуіng that lеаvеѕ уоur face red аnd уоur еуеѕ swollen. Sо much fоr сrуіng those lady-like, gеntlе tеаrѕ. I’vе nеvеr been grасеful іn mу grief. Anger аnd snot; thаt’ѕ mу ѕtуlе nоnе of those dеlісаtе еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ оf аnguіѕh. I juѕt соllарѕе аnd I саn’t ѕtор іt frоm hарреnіng аgаіn nоw. “Carrie, it’s оk. Juѕt hold оn, I’ll be there soon.”

Barzel was stunned. The two of them then dragged Barnett back into the room. Under the bright light, the flesh on Barnett’s face rolled up exaggeratedly. In his right eye socket, there was a thick, translucent liquid flowing from the corner of his eye to his ear. It was very sticky, the skin and flesh inside the torn face was very horrifying in the blood, and blood kept flowing. On his face where his nose had completely exploded, blood flowed freely, forming a sharp contrast with the intact parts of his body. The few of them were watching, and the five-minute countdown on the monitor began once again.

Sasha held onto his formality when I couldn’t. Jacob let go of his arm and it hung at an unnatural angle. Broken. Cassia would have work to do on it. Joshua shook his head at me, he was bruised on the face and a long bloody mark ran from his chin to his temple. The scratch looked like it came from a vampire’s nails and had already crusted with his blood.

I picked up a fresh toothbrush and brushed my teeth with Ellie’s mint toothpaste until my gums bled. Splashed cold water on my face. When I finally looked up, the girl staring back still had swollen eyes, red-rimmed and glassy, cheeks blotchy from crying. She looked exactly like what she was…someone who had been thoroughly, ruthlessly fucked and then cried herself to sleep.

Albert could guess that many days has passed with him still there,he only knows that it was morning time in the human realm because according to tales that was passed down,The vampire mixtures tears the vampire's skin during day time and by night,it starts to heal by itself but very slowly. So whenever his body starts to tear up,he usually grit his teeth in pain as his arms,shoulders,legs and chest tears up with blood gushing out and when seeing his own blood,he becomes even more thirsty to drink blood but there was none to take in. It was always a painful process because it doesn't take the injuries to heal back before morning comes and the recovered body would tear up again. It was an excr

My cheek stings and tears fill my eyes. “DON’T TELL ME NO!” He screams. I can feel the heat of his breath on me and I drop my eyes to the floor. My tears betray me and fall with each blink of my eyes. My cheek throbs and I know it’s going to bruise. I force myself to disconnect and focus on the color of the flooring.

A small crack started forming on the bottom of the green glass container that began to expand towards the top. I began to retreat my steps while looking at the container. The glass was cracking like someone was squeezing with their bare hands . The container couldn't take the pressure anymore. It exploded in front of my eyes into many pieces.A piece flew and cut through my right cheek. I turned my face and covered my wound with my hand. I yelped in pain a little. When I pulled my hand away from my wound. There was a red blood patch on my hand.Where the hell have I put myself into?