Dreaming About Vomiting Blood Novels & Stories

The constant fear of having brought a mortal to harm had been evident and the temptation of giving in to the ways of the beast's blood, of becoming feral had always been present. Brick rolled onto his knees, his bare flesh dining into the soft soil as he began to vomit tasting only the coppery salt of blood, as he dry heaved amid the fallen leaves and dirt around him. He had known this taste, this horrible taste that he had dreaded even as he noted the full moon looming high above him. It wasn't the taste of animal blood, which had an altogether different aftertaste being more earthy and natural than the booze-addled coppery salt that filled his mouth as he vomited upon recognition of the bl

It is getting more severe than I thought, three times blood vomit in a space of 24hrs. I grip the edge of the sink, sweat beading on my forehead, tears dripping unbidden. Each retch slices me apart. I taste fear, pure, bodily fear. Jessica bursts in behind. “Camilla!” She kneels and steadies me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Cam, breathe. Try to stay with me.” “I—I’m fine,” I choke, blood flecking my lips. But I’m not. Not by a long shot. She presses a cool cloth to my forehead. “You need rest Camilla, this is getting much worse than I thought, why don't you tell your Dad?.”

I groaned flopping onto my side, my tongue hanging as I painted. “Vampire blood is poisonous to you, it causes blisters and swelling, nausea, vomiting, even in large amounts.” She said as she turned the pages. “Figured that one out on my own thanks, didn’t even need a fancy PH.D.” I rolled and stretched, desperate to find some relief from the endless churning of my gut.

I could taste the bitterness rising in my throat, a sickening reminder of the turmoil brewing within me. I barely had time to react before the contents of my stomach erupted, spewing forth in a violent and uncontrollable torrent. The vomit splattered onto the floor, It was as if my body was purging itself, expelling not only the physical discomfort but also the emotional pain that had consumed me. As the last remnants of vomit left my body, a sudden darkness descended upon me. It felt as if the world around me was fading away, slipping into the depths of oblivion. The room spun, blurring into a whirlwind of colors and shapes, until finally, everything went black.

I can’t bеаr tо tоuсh іt ѕо I juѕt lеаn uр against thе wall аnd let thе wаtеr wаѕh mе dоwn. Mу head іѕ foggy. I саn hаrdlу ѕее thrоugh the tеаrѕ аnd thе wаtеr. I fееl dіzzу and thіѕ time, I do thrоw uр. The vоmіt mixes wіth thе blood, but іt сlоgѕ thе drаіn, аnd I can’t believe thіѕ nightmare іѕ mу lіfе.

I can’t bеаr tо tоuсh іt ѕо I juѕt lеаn uр against thе wall аnd let thе wаtеr wаѕh mе dоwn. Mу head іѕ foggy. I саn hаrdlу ѕее thrоugh the tеаrѕ аnd thе wаtеr. I fееl dіzzу and thіѕ time, I do thrоw uр. The vоmіt mixes wіth thе blood, but іt сlоgѕ thе drаіn, аnd I can’t believe thіѕ nightmare іѕ mу lіfе.

The moon seemed bigger in the godly realm, brighter than it had ever been before. My eyes quickly began to grow heavy, though I wasn’t sure why. I’d slept the entire day and had awoken with a crick in my neck. There was no reason for me to be fighting to stay awake, and yet I was. I slid headfirst into a nightmare featuring the worst day of my life. - Blood Mages Village, Day 352 – I woke from my cot in a cold sweat, trembling beneath the thin wool blanket tangled between my legs. My stomach rolled as it always did whenever I dreamt of this terrible place. I swallowed back blood-tinged bile. Vomiting would only anger them, would only ensure that they’d force feed me more of the vile raw meat

blood? My body shudders, and memories begin to flood my mind, flashing by so fast it's almost as if I'm watching a movie. All this information suddenly leaves me breathless and turns my stomach, to the point where I have to turn away from the tub and throw up. Jasper turns his face away, even though there's nothing in my stomach, nothing but the bile that bitters my mouth. I'm mad. I'm definitely crazy... This is a dream, no... A nightmare.

I fought against the darkness that threatened to envelop me, desperate to find solace in the haven of my room. But my body had other plans. A violent convulsion seized me, and a primal scream erupted from my lips. With a rush of horror, I realized that I was vomiting blood. Thick, crimson liquid cascaded from my mouth, staining the floor with its grotesque presence. Tears mingled with the blood as I crumpled to the ground, my strength sapped by the sheer intensity of the pain. My beloved paintings lay forgotten, scattered haphazardly around me, as if mimicking the chaos that now consumed my body. I gasped for air, the taste of iron overwhelming my senses.

I lined my own hands up to the bruises only to realize that they were much larger than mine. I pulled back the covers to look over her body and realized that her left hand was red at the fingertips and there were small blisters on them. I looked back up at her face in a realization that this dream was different somehow. This dream, unlike all of the others, had actually affected her. Not only mentally, in a breakdown that she had demonstrated, but physically as well.