Day Bleeds Novels & Stories

My guards then chose to intervene by speeding to my side and gently shaking me to keep me awake while checking for external damage. I could vaguely place the obvious panic on Dylan’s face or the fear in Darius’s voice as he called for medical assistance. My head sagged and I couldn’t keep my eyes open because all of a sudden, I felt very weak and couldn’t feel some parts of my limbs. My eyes as they closed shut however made out a pair of perfect black corporate shoes making their way toward my line of sight, super fast. The last thing I heard was “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE??”

I glared at the nurse and she purses her lips, turning to grab something. “What’s her condition?” The doctor asked, rushing in. “Severe bleeding, doctor. Mostly internal. She's pale, barely conscious and Her BP is dangerously low.” Mostly internal bleeding? There's blood all over her, how is this internal? “Prep for IV fluids and transfusion immediately. Get two units of O-negative ready, stat. Keep monitoring her vitals. My head was spinning, it was as though I would pass out anytime soon. Why don't you ever listen, Skye? Why did you have to marry him? My palms were sweaty—my palms are almost never sweaty— and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears.

On cue, I look down and notice dotted dry blood on the side of my thighs. No wonder it hurts like a bitch Nope, it wasn’t period blood if that’s what you’re all thinking. This was the result of last night which happened the first time too. It wasn’t a surprise anymore, Blaze was huge and I getting bruised as the aftermath was the only disadvantage. I wouldn’t lie though; I did enjoy this side of him sometimes. ’Wow Phoebe, you’re really sick on the head. Aren’t you?’ My subconscious snarls at me and I wince at my wayward thoughts.

“Some kind of chosen one?” Mark’s voice was grim. “You’re the last of your kind. And the key to opening the gate.” Elara stood up. “No. This is crazy. This is—this isn’t real. I go to school. I take algebra. I’m not a—” “The moon bled red,” Evelyn said gently. Elara stopped. She looked out through the broken stained glass. The sky still shimmered with crimson clouds. The moon hung low and heavy, watching her like an eye.

The ink bled, but the words were still readable. [Mom went bankrupt today, and I'm really scared. Those people looked dangerous, like they might hurt us. However, Mom said I'm her only hope, so I have to be brave. I can't cry. I wish Dad were here. He would know what to do. Still, it's okay. I'll protect Mom, just like she protected me when I was little.]

Drina’s POV I woke up gasping. I had a throbbing head, and my throat was burning. I momentarily believed that I was in the van, still in darkness, but next I came to realise that I was on a soft bed. The papers were nice and costly. The air was faintly polished and flowery. This is not my apartment.

Lily POV: A bright light shone on my face causing me to open my eyes, i took in sight of curtains, and ECG machine and the loud sound of constant beeping in my ears. My whole body was burnt including my face, I had blisters and cuts and drips on almost every part of my body. I tried to adjust my back when a sharp pain course through me causing me to scream to the point of losing all air. The nurse heard my scream and rushed into my room, once she saw me, she shut the door again and ran out.

Her black hair was braided straight down and reached the curve of her back. "You know staring is rude." Illiad said putting her knife down and turning to look at him. "Tell me, love, what's on your mind?" She asked and Weaver let out a sigh, "Alex is worried about us being attacked by rouges, I don't blame him but we haven't seen a single rouge since we've gotten here."

As for her, she remained rooted to the floor, unable to move. "Murad" stormed out of the office, opening the door angrily, only to find the maid standing before him with a terrified, pale face. She genuinely had no idea what had happened to make him shout at her like that. The veins in his neck stood out, revealing the intensity of his anger. The poor woman nearly burst into tears despite knowing that she had done nothing wrong. His mother asked anxiously, alarmed by the commotion: "What happened, Murad? What is going on?"

“Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.” She had the guards lock me in the walk-in freezer. “The cold will reduce dizziness from the blood loss. Once Tricia doesn’t need more blood, you can come out. It’s for your own good.” “No, don’t! I’ll die if you leave me here.” Nausea and dizziness pushed me toward the freezer door. I tried to wedge the iron door open, but the mechanism pinched and crushed two of my fingers. The pain was white-hot, nearly making me faint.