Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Mga Nobela at Kwento

A lot of water as my throat became hoarse. He nodded before Varick carried Phineas out. Now, without any distractions, on to the next patient after Nadia. I knelt down to the moaning foot soldier as his arm had melted. Some parts of his face had been disfigured: his cheekbone became saggy like goo hanging on his face and his cheek burned, exposing his gums and teeth. "A-am…I going to d-die?" "No…I will close the wound immediately." I started to chant the Lycan spell as my hand gently touched his hand.

Growling and snapping came from multiple sides of the clearing as four of the five vampires came back with blooded and shredded arms. “Fuck, this is not cool, man” One of them held onto his arm that was completely shredded. He held his torn skin to his arm as blood gushed out of the shredded wounds of flesh. The other’s wounds were not so severe, but they still had deep cuts, scratches and minor torn flesh from being bit by the pups. A scream pierced the air with growls and tearing sound. It alarmed the other rogue vampires. “Oh shit.” The one with the completely torn arm backed away from the edge of the clearing into the others.

I throw my phone on the bed as stared at my reflection on the small mirror. I rapidly picked the text book on the chair and threw it on the mirror. A huge crack appeared from the top corner to the right bottom corner as tears slid down my eyes. How had things got this bad? I Slowly headed to the cracked mirror while using my bed for balance. I stared at the pictures that had scattered on the floor. Some were still on the mirror as I started tearing them violently and tossing them inside my mouth then chewed then. More tears ran down my cheeks.

My jaw tightened. I looked at her properly in the light from the SUV's headlights. Her face was pale, tear tracks dried on her cheeks in the evidence of hours of crying rather than minutes. Her knees were scraped raw and bleeding, the kind of damage that came from hitting pavement at speed rather than falling, the kind that came from running. One hand was swollen around an older injury, the skin around it red and angry in the specific way of something that had been infected and ignored. Then my eyes moved to the front of her shirt.

The violet mask over his face flickered, parting for a fraction of a second to reveal a jaw clenched so hard the teeth were cracking under the pressure. The gold didn't return to his eyes this time. Instead, a thick, dark crimson tear leaked from his left eyelid, cutting a clean track through the purple venom before the parasite’s black sclera flooded the socket once more. He was still in there, but he was drowning in his own skin. Across the chamber, the hidden hatch in the ceiling alcove didn't just rattle; it was violently blown outward by an external breach charge.

Then louder, clinical: "I need to assess the damage." He moved quickly. Checking her over. His face getting grimmer with each discovery. "Vaginal tearing. Anal tearing—significant. Back welts reopened, some infected. Deep lacerations on back from—" He stopped. Saw the claw marks. Ten parallel gouges. "From scratching. Bite wounds on both shoulders—broken skin, teeth marks visible. Nipples severely bruised. Throat—" He gently checked the collar area. "Petechial hemorrhaging. Minor strangulation damage."

The more air she gets, the better it will be for her to get through the process. “Ah!” She screamed as I heard a bone crack. It had started. The most difficult part. When the bones started cracking and reforming into a different creature. “Xavier!” She cried, tears marked her cheeks while she squeezed my hand, digging her nails in it. “It ..it hurts so bad!” She sobbed as another crack was heard.

And then, when I looked at Mila, I saw it — a tiny tear clinging to the edge of her lower lid. ***

The room was filled with an intense silence, broken only by the echoes of his heavy panting. He stared at the bloodied knuckles, his mind drifted to her. The girl with those mesmerizing brown orbs, brimming with tears. He could see the pain and shattered trust reflected in her eyes, like a broken mirror reflecting a fractured soul. It was as if he could glimpse the depths of her hurt and betrayal, all encapsulated within those tear-filled eyes.

I continued to squeeze. Its right eye – the one where an eye should be – ballooned outwards to almost twice the size of its counterpart. I could see the blood vessels engorging on the white of its eyeball, tiny splits appearing across the surface which began to seep blood, a violent burst of bloodied tears pouring down its face.