How Dare You Make Me Bleed My Own Blood Novels & Stories

I look at the red stain seeping through the rag on my hand. I’m going to make Jonas Young bleed. I’m going to make him scream. And then, I’m going to do what he did to his parents. I’m going to turn him into ash.

“I don’t want to do this, please don’t make me.” The fear in my voice is palpable. The tension in the room can be cut with a knife. Beads of sweat run down the side of my face and down my neck. I move to wipe it off and then remember the all too familiar liquid that coats my hand like a second skin. Blood. Looking up into the night sky, the stars seem to twinkle, unaware of the turmoil I face. Suddenly a wave of bitterness washes over me. Why do I always have to play the fool? With an angry grunt I swing the knife down. Red explodes into the night. Dangerous and beautiful, my new favorite color.

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!

“You believe you lose your blood because you have money?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My parents died, and it is people like you who made my voice shake,” I said. “People who determine that others are irrelevant.” The guards came nearer, and they caught my arms. "Take her," Dino said. Trying to turn my head back to look at him, I was pulled by them towards the door. “It is no use killing me and washing your blood,” I said. Dino hesitated, the first time in a long time. "Wait," he said suddenly.

And he had shattered all of it in a single night of panic. "You don't know what you're in for, being tied to a creature like me," he murmured into her skin, his massive shoulders trembling under his armor. "I am a graveyard, Brynn. My heart has been a tomb for fifty years. I am a monster of the trenches, covered in mud and ancient blood, and now... you are bound to it. My blood is running through your veins, tying your beautiful, golden lifeforce to a dead man’s ledger. I forced the bond into your system because I was a coward. Because I looked at you bleeding in the heather and I panicked. I let my old ghosts blind me, and I stole your destiny just to keep myself from drowning in the guilt

I heard a crack, like somebody misstepped and broke a twig on the ground. In fear I leapt out of the pool and heard a snarl come from behind me. Now I could smell something. It smelled like blood, sweat, mud, and grease. I was suddenly on the ground and there was a full grown adult wolf on top of me, her claws digging into my flesh. I cried out, terrified and in pain.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

“Before you do something you can’t undo.” The line rippled with confusion. They hadn’t expected me to speak. They’d expected a prisoner. A symbol. Not… this. “Alaric tells you I’m proof the Lycans can bleed,” I said, voice carrying across the valley. “He’s right. They can. So can you. So can I. The question is—who do we bleed for?” A murmur. Someone hissed, “Traitor!” “Maybe,” I said. “But at least I choose who I fight beside.”

I needed her to wrap her arms around me. I needed her to press her warmth against my freezing skin. To hold me until the noise in my head stopped. The pain in my chest became unbearable. I grabbed a jagged piece of the shattered mirror from the floor and squeezed it hard in my palm. Sharp pain sliced through my skin.Blood welled up instantly. But I welcomed it. I would get her back. Even if I had to bleed for it. Even if I had to make the whole world bleed.

I'll say everything right now. "D-Damon..." I swallowed hard and endured the stinging pain in my stomach. "I-It's not your fault. I did this because...I wanted to. So…please…don't…b-blame yourself for this…” I took a deep breath. I can feel how much I'm losing blood and it's making me weak every passing moment.