Ear Pierced Bleeding Novels & Stories

As I leaned closer to my reflection, I noticed something red trickling out of my ear. Horrified, I realized it was blood. How is this possible? I asked myself, letting out a shriek as I stumbled backward. My voice must have been loud because Liam was suddenly at the door, knocking. "I'm fine," I muttered, but he kept knocking. "If I'm bleeding, does that mean... it was real?" Questions flooded my mind. "Macy, what's going on? Are you okay?" Liam’s voice came through the door. "I said I'm fine, please!" I snapped, irritation creeping into my tone.

Blood. "Blake, stop. You are hurting yourself." Nero's quiet words pierced the haze that clouded my senses as I realized I was bleeding heavily from my nose and out my ears like waterfalls. My eyes widened, my heart dropping. "Blake, stop!! I am begging you!!" He sounded almost hysterical now, desperation clawing at his throat with the force of a viper. "You are only going to hurt yourself further."

I blinked away the tears from my eyes, before cleaning my face with my sleeve and looking up at him. "In case you're curious about this, it's nothing. I'm actually healthy, it's just that… you're not supposed to see this in the first place," he murmured the last part and ruffled his hair, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "I'm not good with tight closures. Less ventilation caused this," he explained, pointing to his bleeding nose. Wasn't he bleeding too much? His hands were already stained with blood, yet he seemed unfazed. "I wasn't supposed to go too deep inside you, so that's the cause. You've already aroused me, but I can't continue. Expect me anytime in the night."

My hands flew to my ears, but it was too late. The scream burrowed into my skull like fire-tipped needles. A splitting pressure built behind my ears, hot and unbearable. Then, pop. Agony. Blinding, red-hot, liquid agony. I felt it before I saw it: warm fluid pouring out of my ears, sticky against my hands. Blood. A wave of dizziness hit me hard. My vision flickered, then flooded with searing white, as if the sun had exploded behind my eyes. My body wavered.

There was a faint ringing in my ear, I put my hand to my left ear and felt a liquid, I dabbed at it and looked at it, it was blood. I was bleeding from my ear. What the hell was that hag trying to do to me with her scream, fry my brain? I shook my head, the ringing had already subsided, my healing was kicking in. “If there are more like that here, we are going to have a hard time,” I told Claude. He grimaced, “We are in the thick of it now, no choice but to go through.” I nodded. He was right, we had gotten all the way here, there was no turning back now.

Kicking the door open, almost breaking it off its hinges, I quickly jog back to the convenience store. "Give me alcohol and cotton pads. Now!" I scream at the poor cashier. "M-ma'am are you alright? Your ear's bleeding. Should I call the—" "Just give me what I want, dammit! Ow—" I shake my head to relieve the little tingling but sensitive pain. I go back to the bike and press my blood out on the cotton pad. The next one was dipped in alcohol as I dab it on my ear lobe. I cry silently, almost biting into my own lip to deal with the pain.

I rubbed the blood between my fingers with a frown on my face, contemplating. Why was this happening to me? I glanced over at Liza, who was in the chair beside my bed sleeping and slowly eased myself off the bed and creeped my way into the bathroom, silently closing the door behind me. I approached the mirror over the sink and looked at my dull appearance. Dark brown eyes stared at each other with dark circles beneath them, blood continued to drip from my ear. I turned on the sink and washed my face and then took a piece of toilet paper to wipe at the blood that came from my ear. Luckily, the bleeding had already stopped.

Blood swept down onto Claire’s hand as she studied his. “It’s gonna need to stay open. We’ll wrap it and I have some powder we can use to stop the bleeding but it will need to heal on its own.” Claire said, giving him his hand back. She then stood leaning over him as she studied his shoulder. She frowned deeply seeing all her work gone and needing to be redone. She then stood and looked at his ear. She touched it slightly and he winced. The cut was long but wouldn't cause any damage to his actual ear.

My finger ran over the sharpness of the plate that could now pierce through anything. I held it tightly to the spot where I had been shot, I took in several breaths, before piercing it to my neck, tearing it up. I didn't make the wound that deep, but wide enough to bleed out as much as I could, and hopefully, I would be able to bleed out what little I could of whatever had been shot at

" Are you done? Queenie?" I heard Jones' worried voice calling from outside. I hurriedly wiped off the stain of blood from my ear, wiping my face altogether before drying it with the towel I found here. It wasn't long after we left the beach that my ear had begun to bleed again. It was a good thing Jones didn't get the chance to see it so basically I had to find an excuse to use to be able to get away from him and I was glad I succeeded.