Bursting Forth Of Blood Novels & Stories

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.

My breathing is getting quick, making me light-headed and woozy. And I am on number seven when it happens. The push is harder than I predicted and it takes me by surprise because I wasn't expecting it. Upon opening my eyes in a rush, I see myself flowing down the slides and with a loud slosh, I fall into the pool of blood. Panic punches through my lungs because it's deeper than I thought, and my heart begins thumping in my chest with force. I wonder how many bulls were killed because this is a blood bath. Pure, thick blood with no mixture of water.

“Breathe with me, love. In... out. Just like that. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” She shuddered violently, a fresh wave of sobs ripping through her, and I felt it—the dam breaking, the flood she’d held back for so long surging forth in a torrent that threatened to drown us both. Her small frame convulsed in my arms, her nails scraping against my skin through the thin barrier of cloth, leaving red trails that burned like accusations. And then the words came, spilling out in a rush of anguish, each one laced with venom born of betrayal.

Blood bloomed across his tunic, dark and spreading fast. A sound came out of me that I didn't recognize. Raw. Animal. The sound of something breaking that could never be fixed.

The bloody army flow so fast, leaving the flashing afterimages to fill the glowing darkness. These afterimages are bloody, and while it spreading, the glowing darkness is shaking miserably. The bloody army's united voice mumbled, “Berserk, head to the order... Search the priestess!” In an instant, the berserk flash their eyes open, and the bloody eyes slowly engulf with glowing gold. They vanish in their position, causing the repressed golden flame to burst into open!

Rather, it felt like everything had sunken into the depths on an ocean, gulping the surrounding into soundless place. Althea’s heart that felt like it was on her throat fell into the bottom of her stomach. She saw how the blood flowed from her mother’s head, the redness symbolizes life- and that life was constantly spilling out from her body. Althea trembled; her tears even forgot to escape from her eyes. At that moment, as she felt that everything had collapsed, a scream of agony gushed from her mouth, tearing the fibers in her body entirely. .

"My blood... for the glory of the Great Lord!" As his lifeblood flowed, he activated a forbidden technique. His muscular body began to swell unnaturally, his skin turning pitch-black as a thick, foul aura smelling of rotting flesh exploded from him.

-Ah, Soraia, Soraia, if you didn't have the blood of the Goddess Kaxal running through your veins I would rip your skin off. Again his stomach began to rumble, he was about to vomit the blood that coursed through his veins, he grumbled as he braced his hands on the edge of the sink and tried to keep the liquid inside him, but in a jolt he vomited and it was so strong and intense that he splashed blood in several places.

Bright red blood blooming outward from between my thighs, spreading across the pristine white of my dress. “No,” I whimpered, pressing my hands against the spot, trying desperately to stop the flow. “No, please, not my baby. Not my baby!” The mud pulled at me more insistently now, no longer just an impediment but a sentient thing. It rose higher, past my waist, up to my chest. And as it did, I saw that it wasn’t just wet soil, but hands—countless muddy hands reaching up from the ground, grasping at me, pulling me down.

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."