Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Mga Nobela at Kwento

It fell from my face, landing directly on Rye's clawed hand where it gripped my throat. Rye screamed, jerking away from me like I'd burned him. He stumbled backward, clutching his hand as smoke rose from where my tear had touched his skin. Air rushed into my lungs. I gasped, choking, my body convulsing as oxygen flooded back. My vision cleared slowly, the black spots receding. I pushed myself up on trembling arms, still coughing, still struggling to breathe properly. Across from me, Rye stared at his hand in shock and pain. The skin where my tear had landed was blackened, blistered, smoking.

"One, two, three.." I pulled again, tearing another small fraction off. I stared down at the small portion of the cut, seeing a sort of liquid-like puss seep out to greet me. I bit my inner lip as I kept a straight face, trying to withstand the burning sensation that ran through my thigh. But even with my face lacking any sign of pain, I couldn't hold back the tear that had escaped and rolled down my cheek. The pain was excruciating, yet I hadn't even torn off all of the bandage. For the most part, I had only tore off about one-third of it.

Like a hiccup. All at once, at the crest of the hum, the glass beneath Agatha’s fingers broke into large sections like blades. Tears started falling down Agatha’s eyes in every wink. One shard slid by her finger and bled profusely, trickling down teardrops of blood every second which she quickly sucked on. No one else in the town heard that hum. ***

“It has to be done Amelia, we can’t risk you getting an infection” Tears welled in my eyes as again a sharp pain went through my body, starting at the large wound on my head. I felt all my muscles begin to spasm as I desperately tried to control or at least hide the pain. Quiet whimpers escaped my mouth as I held my lips together tightly and I heard Abran sigh. I closed my eyes again and laid still for what felt like hours, finally my eyes open with tears streaming down my face to Abran kissing my cheek softly.

The horrendous image blinking back at me under dim, buzzing bathroom lighting in a cracked mirror is sobering. I look awful, my eyes are starting to circle with the tell-tale blue darkness and the bridge of my nose is swollen and bruised already. My skin pale and blotchy from tears and traces of being unwell and my eyes look red and veiny. The blood cleans away to reveal an ashen face and a swollen top lip. I’m guessing he got me right in the centre of the face and I might be lucky with just a cracked or bashed nose rather than a broken one. It feels extremely tender and makes me nauseous when I touch it.

His heavy knee pad caught the top of my shoulder pad just as I collided with the rigid wooden base of the goal post. Crack. A spike of agony exploded behind my eyes. The force of the impact drove my humerus bone back, tearing it clean out of the socket. My teeth bit completely through my lip, the taste of blood filling my mouth instantly. I could not breathe; the pain was a physical weight crushing my chest.

I knelt down and picked up the largest shard. I looked at my reflection in it. Bruised cheek. Split lip. Blood already drying on my skin. Good. But not enough. I dragged the glass across my arm. The cut opened instantly. Blood flowed down, warm and bright. I did it again. And again. Across my thigh. My shoulder. Just deep enough to bleed badly. Not deep enough to kill me. I pressed the shard just above my heart and pushed until I gasped. Tears filled my eyes from the pain. Real tears this time.

I couldn't breathe. The skin stretched further and further, turning purple and tight. Something was trying to get out. The skin stretched so thin it looked like it was about to snap. Then it ripped. A wet tear split open right across my middle. Blood poured out of the opening, splashing over my legs. I opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn't get any air into my lungs. Through the bloody tear, a small wolf pup popped its head out. It was completely covered in dark, thick blood. The small creature forced itself further out of the ripped skin, its tiny neck twisting. More blood poured out over my hands as I tried to hold my stomach together.

You can see strands of it laying all over area. One of the eyeballs is missing, the socket looks like a deep black hole sitting on their face. It gives you a creepy feeling; almost like you could see deep in the soul. It’s eye is laying over to the side while the other is hanging loose out of the socket, blood leaking out of the tear ducts, almost as if the person was crying blood before they succumbed to the fatality of their wounds. The blood runs down the face, in a tear streak path, that leads past the nose to the mouth.

The whole ordeal felt like something he had experienced just a while ago when he was trying to open the basement door. Marc joined in and held Alpha Lewis by the other hand and pulled him while Grigor also did the same with Marc's other hand. The men were already weak from trying to open the door after the friendly fight they just had. The boy continued to convulse as more blood poured out of his mouth, nose and ears. The pain became too much for him and tears fell. It wasn't normal saline tears but blood that came out of his warm brown eyes all the while his jaws clenched just as hard.