Bursting Forth Of Blood Novels & Stories

Till there was no sign of movements. I was panting. My heart rate had reached its highest point in my entire life. My entire body hurt from the battle and injuries. Black dots flooded my vision from the amount of blood I had lost from my palms . There was a tingling sensation that ran from the crown of my head to my feet that I could not explain. I was still trying to register what had happened when the door was flung open and I drew the sword in defense. Remembering the stance Saliel had taught me.

“B-both of them.” My heart leaps to my throat when Rex rips both his arms off and the place falls deadly silent. It’s so quiet that one could hear a needle drop to the ground. Only the painful bellows of the man echoed in the hall as blood spurted from his shoulders like water gushing out of a damaged tap.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

My heart sank and my breathing got stumped. My hands sweeped over it and my orbs widened in horror. Blood. It spread rapidly round the area, tainting my gown and casting a sinister hue of red upon my gown. The liquid cascaded onto the beach sands, imprinting its crimson stains upon the grains. My heartbeat accelerated with each passing moment, intensified by another wave of excruciating pain. This time, the anguish centered right above my left breast. Similar to its bloody counterpart, it surged swiftly, tainting my gown with its scarlet red stains.

My blood went cold. Our cum dripping from her mixing with some blood. "G-go... Call the doctor.."

I only knew that it answered me when I called. “I offer it,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Take it.” Something tore open inside me. The sensation was unbearable, it was like my veins were being peeled apart from within, like my heart was breaking and reforming all at once. Warmth flooded down my arms, slick and wet. I tried to stay calm, knowing what it was. Blood. My blood. It seeped from my fingertips, sinking into the stone as if the formation had been waiting for it. The carvings ignited one by one, glowing a deep, violent red.

*BANG*. Another one. This time in my chest. The pain was excruciating, a burning sensation that spread through me like wildfire. I felt my muscles twitch, my body jerking uncontrollably as blood gushed from the wound. It was thick, warm, and soaking through my fingers as I instinctively pressed them against the hole in my chest, trying to stop the blood—trying to stop it all. But it was useless.

We thought you were a broken mutation that lost the right to the high court. A sudden, immense tremor vibrated through the shared consciousness—a mental wave so heavy, ancient, and deep it felt like the shifting of tectonic plates. It was the voice of the Blood-born leader, waking up from a centuries-old slumber, its thoughts finally untangled from the suffocating fog of the starvation disease.

Bloods spurted out like a water inside a balloon that just exploded. "Why are you all running!? Isn't this your fucking lucky day!?" I smashed another head. I step on his back, smashing it continually until his head splitted into two. My breathing was so rough. My chest keeps on heaving up and down. I was beyond my adrenaline. I can feel my veins twitching in so much anger. Losing my control, I get into a smashing mania. "Mercy! Please spare me! Please spare! I'm sorry! I'm sorry---bwaaaack!"