Novel & Cerita Blood Sucking Cracked Tear

Ignoring me she continued with her struggle while groaning and gasping in between due to ache. “Do you really think, you will get anything by doing all this?” She questioned gritting at me with her canines appearing visible to me. I chuckled looking into her once vibrant eyes turned into a dull one due to the endless tears, mirroring the pain she is enduring. Her once radiant face with powers and glaze, was now smeared with dried tears that left trails of sorrow etched upon her delicate skin.

We aren’t strong enough! Frustration surges through me, and the vampire chuckles above me, smiling into my face. “Are those tears?” He drags a finger underneath my eyes, collecting a single tear. “It is...” his scary smile widens. “That’s lovely: I love it when my victims are terrified. It makes the blood taste even sweeter!”

– she cries from pain and fear. But the sharp teeth pierce her again and again, causing unbearable pain. I no longer have the strength to scream. The torturer tears his porcelain-white skin on his wrist with his fangs and forces her to drink the thick, bluish-scarlet blood oozing from there. She tries to escape, but in vain - her tormentor has incredible, supernatural strength...

What the fuck is she doing here? "Is the meeting already over, Romeo? I expected it to take some time." Dario stated, but my head isn't picking up on his words as I stare at her. Her crystal-like gems were filled with tears; her cheeks were swollen and red; her lips were slashed; and blood was coming out. She struggled in their hold, trying to get away from them. We locked gazes as her blue eyes met mine. One was begging to be saved from this dangerous situation, and mine was filled with annoyance and irritation.

Tears blurred her vision as she spat out blood. "It seems you love cold, brutal guys-the ones who will break you. Well, I'm going to give you just that." He grabbed her hair, yanking it back so hard that she cried out. His gaze was cold as he stared at her bleeding lips, oddly indulging in the sight.

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. ***

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.

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.

“Just tell me who else was helping you, and the pain will stop.” “I al-al-ready told you,” Bertha mutters. “No one else. Just Brenda and me.” “It’s a shame I don’t believe you,” Kris says, pushing down on the lever. The wheel begins to move, and Bertha screams in pain. I’m standing about ten feet away, and I can see fresh blood staining her uniform on all four joints. Vampires do bleed, particularly if we’ve eaten recently. We are more like humans and shifters than most other species recognize.