Dry Heave Blood Novels & Stories

Heli’s dark and sunken eyes widened slightly, and he blinked slowly while looking at me. “A-aki...” I glared at him. “I’m freaking mad at you, alright? So freaking mad! But it doesn’t mean I want you suffering in pain like this!” I exclaimed. “So please tell me what’s wrong, Heli. Maybe I can help you...” Heli stared at me for a few seconds, then he looked away, sighing deeply. “I... I’m suffering from b-blood dehydration...” My forehead creased. Blood dehydration? “It’s w-when vampires don't drink e-enough blood...”

He nodded, trying to get her to believe that everything was going on in fine for him. "You fucking coughed out blood, how on earth can you say you are fine?!" She couldn't believe her ears. He must have thought she was such a fool. "Alright." Cole sighed and sunk further into his seat. He framed his head in her direction and sighed a second time. "I have hemoptysis."

He began to feel nauseous and then spat out a mouthful of blood! Was he that pissed?

I barely manage to find a waste bucket before everything I had for breakfast retches out. My throat burns. My vision is blurry. I dry heave every single thing in my stomach, warmth seeps out of the corners of my eyes. I can’t breathe. The smell of blood is everywhere.

His eyes were still completely dark like a starless nightfall; his body thought he was still feeding. "Hezekiah," I whispered. "Hezekiah, what's wrong?" He didn't answer me. He couldn't speak. Suddenly, his gasps for air turned into sporadic coughing and heaving, red liquid spraying out of his mouth continuously. My blood was now all over the ground as he coughed it up. He heaved like he was desperate to get it out of his body. I watched in horror; I couldn't move. The blood wouldn't stop. The more he coughed, the more came out. And as he continued to cough, he leaned over, clutching his stomach before collapsing onto the ground on his back, his body spasming as he struggled for air. I had n

“It’s all my fault. Had I not forced him, had I not broken them up, this wouldn’t have happened… How is he going to undergo surgery in his current condition…” “Don’t be sad, Madame Brighthall. Mr. Brighthall is strong, and he is going to be fine.” The voices moved further and further away as if they had traveled to the furthest room in unison. Deirdre shoved the laundry into the washing machine and lowered her gaze as she listened to the whirring sound. ‘He has coughed up blood and seems to be in a serious condition. Why is he coughing up blood when he has only injured his abdomen?

I felt a large tear roll down my cheek, and I wiped it off in embarrassment. He bled, and he died. He tells in a heap that any man and his blood spilt out like any blood; red as any blood; wet as any blood and reflecting in the sky and the buildings and birds and trees. Or your face if you'd look into its dulling mirror and it dried in the sun as the blood dries. It's only important when it fills the vein of a living man.

Dry heaving, I try to get past the acid in my throat, but I'm unable to do so, it's like some wild animal is clawing at the insides of my throat, begging for release. I close my eyes, keeping my head in my hands, some time passes and when I open my eyes, I spot Elaine sprawled on the floor, looking like a mangled animal and very much dead. I know because her head has been detached from her body, I crawl towards her, slowly, my knees are still wobbly, but I reach her in record time.

But… the vampire I dreamed about was not real! “Second, the Dervy. They are the kinds of vampires that are evil. They possessed dark magic and it was very dangerous. They are our enemy. They are the second strongest of the entire vampire clan. The color of their eyes is black which I know is scary to look at because it looks like the eyes of a demon. And don't come near one of them because they will kill you," This is what Knox and I fought yesterday they almost killed me. I stood up in shock when I saw it because of its appearance.

Blood spurted out and drenched Belle from head to toe. "Blood! It's blood!" she shrieked as she jumped away. She flicked the bloodstains off her dress in disgust while ignoring her mate writhing in agony on the floor. Before anyone could react, Drevan's ribs cracked with an audible snap. He coughed up a mouthful of dark, clotted blood—the kind that came from ruptured organs. He rolled and convulsed on the floor in agony, his body contorting into positions that shouldn't have been possible.