Bursting Forth Of Blood Novels & Stories

High above the border sea, a tumultuous burst of chaotic energy had erupted violently. In its wake, there seemed to be divine fury as the heavens trembled and thunder roared. A deluge of crimson blood cascaded down, crashing upon the border sea and producing towering waves. The rain crashed into the sea like droplets sizzling upon a scalding oil pan.

A scalding torrent erupted with near-explosive force, bursting past my abused urethra in an unstoppable flood-utterly beyond my will to contain. "Haaah-!!!"

Blood began to ooze out, binding them in this ancient ritual. “Join your hands,” the priest commanded, and Selena felt her breath hitch. Their blood met, and an overwhelming force surged through her, like a thunderclap washing over her heart. It began to beat wildly, each pulse igniting a fire within her, blood racing through her veins. The shockwaves of the moment were indescribable—like a leaf falling from the sky, struck by a lightning bolt from the clouds.

I gently wipe it. Rather than red, it's black coloured. Black signifies poison. I really am poisoned. I cough and sneeze more. More blood heavily and rapidly gush down my nostrils. It's worsening. Highly worsening and spreading rapidly. Blood previously gush down a single nostrils alone. Now it gush from both. It drops every second and it really is uncomfortable and disheartening. I feel my every life force drain and deplete. It reduces with every passing second. Eveth spent time pull me steos closer to death abd the moon goddess.

Chapter 6: Shadows in the Rearview I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding like I’d just run from a hit gone wrong. The dream lingered, vivid and unwelcome—Ethan’s face, those warm hazel eyes looking up at me, his lips brushing mine in some dimly lit room that smelled like fresh paint and rain. His hands on my skin, soft and unscarred, pulling me closer while I whispered things I’d never say aloud. It was bullshit, all of it. A fantasy my mind cooked up to torture me, because in reality, touching him would be like dragging an angel into hell.

It continues bleeding and… it fucking burns. The men have all frozen in place, watching my reaction eagerly. I was going easy on them but fuck this. I let the blood lust that lurks beneath the surface break free; my eyes turn red, my wings burst from my shoulder blades, stretching out and shaking the feathers, splattering the men with my blood. I extend my claws, and flash my fangs menacingly, “Let’s see what those weapons can do?” I taunt, my voice deep and rough with the bloodlust.

Blood starts flowing rapidly and soon I'm in a pool of my blood. I guess I couldn't take much of the pain, so I passed out. T.b.c. . .

The blood in her body was like a slumbering beast waking up in shock and going berserk. Like hot, boiling water, her blood continued to seethe, releasing an endless amount of energy like an erupting volcano. A terrifying gust of murderous energy swept through the area, rumbling.

She was so strong a moment before "I'm.. I'm.. I'm dying "She said and immediately large amount blood rushed out of her nostrils

A voice poured through me, raw and ancient, ripping the air apart as it spoke: “She is not yours. She will not kneel. The gods have lied.” The banners tore. The altar cracked. Oil caught fire. In her womb, something shifted. Something that should never have been blessed. Gasps rose around me. Glyphs spiralled into the air like black-flamed roots. They didn’t burn — they bled. I couldn’t stop the collapse. My knees buckled, my vision went white, and the words came unbidden from my mouth: > “The Hollow-Blood stirs beneath your feet.