Blood Sweat And Heels Cast Novels & Stories

Black sludge oozed from the wounds mixed with her blood, and the smell of sulphur was getting stronger. “Aleena, please help her”, Michael pleaded, but in all honesty, I wasn’t sure I knew what to do. Dropping to my knees, I placed my hands in the centre of her back; blood and the black substance coated my fingers in seconds. I recited every healing spell I knew, all the restorative chants I could think of, but nothing stopped the ebb and flow of blood leaving her body. “It won’t stop; what the hell happened” I shouted, fear gripping me too firmly; I was going to lose her.

She is taking quite the time for it. But, why haven't they called me out yet or are they waiting for me to come out? Suddenly I heard another beep sound and looked down toward the sound, it beeps on my foot, I have a metallic design on my heel, thus she will not check on them. "Mam please sit down here and remove your heels, I need to check them properly." What are you saying can't you see my heels? "What? there's metal crafting on my heels, the scanner must have detected them.", I said maintaining my composure, I can't show my unsteadiness to her, she will only pester me more.

With a blanket in hand, he returned and let Shelley make her more comfortable. “What happened, hon? For a big tough shifter, you’re a mess.” “Well, when you get kidnapped while you’re sleeping and then have to make a run for it in your underwear with handcuffs on. Well… Let’s just say bare feet lose to sharp rocks after a while.” He notices the muddy footprints on the while linoleum titles. A closer look at it revealed the muddy must have a good amount of blood in it. “If not emergency services or the healer in town, who do you want us to call?”

How much damage can heels do to the feet? With that being said, Gideon swung into action. He washed his hands, grabbed a pain reliever cream from the kitchen cabin along with a small towel and headed upstairs. I walked to the door and jerked the handle to open it only for my eyes to widen in shock on seeing Heather standing by the doorway.

The wolfsbane is still invading my bloodstream. I’m in desperate need of clothes, shoes ... anything to wear. Since I’ve never been down to this part of the castle before, there wasn’t any need, so I’m not exactly sure where anything is. I did see Kara lead her emaciated friend to the showers. Perhaps I should start there. I need to try to wash as much of the dried blood and wolfsbane out of me. My feet pad along the floor, careful not to make a sound, although as I look back there are wet bloody footprints in my wake. Shit, I need to be quick or I am going to leave them a trail to find me.

I expected to be whipped or thrown into the dungeons the moment we arrived at the citadel. "Do you require my personal assistance to strip those garments off your feet, wolf?" Cassius's voice drops to a dangerously sharp pitch, his dark brows furrowing as his gloved fingers tighten around a jar of soothing paste. "No, I can manage perfectly fine on my own," I blurt out, my face burning as I quickly unbuckle the heavy leather straps of the high heels. This is the first time in my twenty winters that my feet have been forced into such ridiculous, restrictive footwear. I carefully rub the cool, minty salve over my swollen dark skin, the throbbing pain instantly subsiding under the powerful magi

My right heel and half of my right foot are black from necrotized skin, as is my entire left hand from catching myself on the floor when I fell. Blood flows onto the floor and immediately crystalizes as the coral cuts deeply into my feet. Is it strange that the golden ichor looks so pretty like that? It’s one of the few things that gives the room any color. My immortal life’s blood splattered on the floor from the pieces of coral that I’ve managed to dislodge and throw across the room or puddling beneath and around the piece of rock that I’m standing on. When the heat begins, it will burn it all away and I’ll star all over again.