Bursting Forth Of Blood Novels & Stories

And my eyes widened to ever notice the unbelieving! There down below the small mountain... is the pool of blood that slowly rising!

Blood spurted from the fresh wound, staining the pristine fur and mingling with the air in a crimson haze. A surge of agony coursed through Sangre's veins, setting his nerves ablaze. The pain, both searing and numbing, threatened to overwhelm his senses. In that moment, he was acutely aware of his mortality, the fragility of his existence laid bare by the ferocious strike. Every breath he took seemed weighted, as if the very act of living had become a Herculean task.

Holding the knife on my hand a lot tighter with my blood dripping down, yet again I felt as my blood shooted right up wilder, crazier. My blood like venom contained all the poison inside me.

Arsenio shouted very loudly. Fresh blood gushed from Freya's chest. The beautiful girl spread her arms, feeling her entire body system like it was shutting down. What happened next?

Blood gushed from his mouth in thick, dark spurts, dribbling down his chin as he choked, his eyes bulging in shock and agony. Blood sprayed from the wound, splattering across the rocks and staining the ground around him a deep crimson. He convulsed, his body wracked with spasms as more blood poured from the jagged tear in his abdomen, soaking his clothes and pooling beneath him. A dark, wet stain spread quickly across the rocky surface, growing larger with each passing second as his lifeblood drained away.

“Lucifer, please, don’t push me away. I can help you, I—” But before she could finish, she felt it—a sudden, crushing force that seemed to wrap around her chest, squeezing the life out of her. She gasped, clutching at her throat, her vision blurring as the room spun around her. The pressure was unbearable, like invisible hands were strangling her, squeezing her soul from her body. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, blood poured from her mouth, her nose, even her eyes, staining her perfect skin with dark, crimson tears.

The pressure in my chest increased, tightening until I thought I might suffocate—and then, it cracked. A sudden explosion of energy burst from within me like a dam breaking. But this time, it wasn’t just force. It was pain—agonizing, blinding pain that surged outward, a raw electrical current spreading across my skin. My hands shot out, fingers clawing at the air as if I could tear the power out of me. It felt like fire had been poured into my blood, coursing through every vein, turning my muscles into liquid flame.

A suppressed groan escaped Carl's throat. His body, as upright as a mountain, suddenly trembled. His dark eyes flew open, and the calm depths were instantly filled with excruciating pain. The faint golden energy of Heaven's primordial source overflowed uncontrollably from his seven orifices, like shattered starlight, drifting away in the morning breeze. The metallic taste rising in his chest could no longer be suppressed. He jerked his head aside and spat out a mouthful of hot blood. Scarlet droplets splattered on the grayish ground and the dew-covered grass, a shocking sight.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.