Day Bleeds Novels & Stories

I was unable to connect the dots at that moment so I continued my staring contest praying to the heavens to miraculously provide enough oxygen for me to breathe. Soon, I felt the slow trickle of something down my leg and I laughed to myself. Did I really pee after seeing Ace? I looked up to discover no one shared my amusement then Bella confirmed what I heard again "Annalise you are bleeding. You are bleeding, Annalise" She said in calm tone with panic and fear running through her eyes. What bleeding are they talking about? Maybe I cut myself while running or something but what I desperately seeked right now was for someone to realise that I have not said a word since I came into the house a

It was a long drive through the desert and hospitals were something that not many of them were willing to do for obvious reasons. “Shower first,” Blake said, bending his head to assess the bleeding. “No. This one.” He pointed to a nasty series of bite wounds that started high up on his neck and ended on his shoulder. How he hadn’t had his jugular torn out was beyond him. Skill, maybe, but more like luck. “This one needs to be stitched. It’s deep. It’s bleeding.”

he screamed. Daisy sigh regretting she used the water on him,that had made the scales to stretch,he was going through the cleansing and she'd ruined it because of worry because even she'd gone through the same thing and it was excruciating. "Okay daisy, what's going on?My skins is turning blue" " C'mon it won't stretch than that 18 yr old CEO, It's just that spot"she rub her chin " You came here with a message"

he repeated and then pulled out a black dagger with a red blade out of his pants and put the cold blade against Rain’s throat. Rain sucked in a deep breath as she felt the blade press down harder and break the skin. Now she shouldn’t have felt it that much considering the number of injuries she currently felt on her body...Maybe it was the coldness of the steel blade, it made her knees buckle with fear even though they were already on the floor. Ok. This wasn’t good. They said they were going to leave irreparable damage. A stop sign, which also meant they wanted Alexander to stop trying to convince people to ditch the council with his promise of freedom.

His veins bulge under his skin as he fights it, but the bond's power squeezes tighter around him, forcing him to obedience. I can't breathe. My body convulses, every nerve on fire with torment. My vision blurs at the edges, dark spots creeping in. Still, I crawl. The platform is sticky with blood. It's disgusting and appalling, like some sort of crime scene. But my focus is on my man. Blaze is no longer thrashing around. It only means one thing. Rhydar is fading. He's bled too much. My claws dig into the ground as I drag myself towards him. He's lying motionless, his skin pale, blood pooling beneath him.

Just a gnawing irritation, a deep-seated disgust. In the weeks that followed, I lived on that purple liquid. It was the only thing that allowed me to function, to think. But it had side effects. I became paranoid, hostile. A stranger to myself. Then the attack came. I frowned, ordering my first-line warriors to handle it. "We already did," Liam reported, his voice low. "Casualties are heavy." "What?" I snapped my head up. "Impossible." We hadn't lost a battle in years. "Our healers can't keep up," Liam admitted. "Without the Luna's high-grade serums, our warriors don't recover."

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

Then suddenly I heard a voice. “BLADE!” Julius’ broken scream tore through the room. Doris and I turned at the exact same time. And everything inside me stopped. On the bed next to Doris, Blade lay without a shirt. His skin looked very pale, and dark veins showed under it like something was wrong inside his body. Between Blade’s bed and Doris’s bed, there was a strange glowing line floating in the air. It looked like light, but it stayed in place, as if it was holding something together.

Two years ago, Malcolm had a minor stomach bleed from heavy drinking and was whining about feeling dizzy in his VIP ward. Blaire had gone straight to the blood bank and taken the last two bags of O-negative blood, the ones meant for Adriana after her car crash. Adriana lay on the operating table, waiting for the blood bags to arrive as her heartbeat gradually weakened. I had blocked Blaire in the hallway, my eyes bloodshot as I fought tooth and nail against her. Blaire had simply leaned back in her plush leather chair, casually inspecting her manicure. "Malcolm's feeling dizzy. It's not like your sister is going to drop dead this very second. Can't she just wait a little?"

"Quinn Lawson, I know you don't like me, but this is a matter of life and death. Can you please stop blocking me from donating blood to Julian?" The moment I heard Luna Sullivan say those words, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I had been reborn. I looked up, and my eyes met Julian Mercer’s displeased gaze. Because of anemia, his face was deathly pale. "Quinn, if you are too selfish to donate blood yourself, then fine. But now you are even trying to stop Luna from saving me. How did I ever go blind enough to fall for a shrew like you?"