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

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.

I swallowed hard, panic clawing up my throat. Think fast. Lila, what do we do? Blood… My eyes lit up as an idea occurred to me. I shifted toward the edge of the bed. My hands shook as I lifted my foot. I clenched my teeth, then bit down hard on my big toe. Pain exploded through me, but I didn’t stop until I tasted blood. I pressed my foot hard against the white sheets, smearing crimson into the fabric. My breath came out in broken sobs. The deed is done

I forced my own mate to lie on a cold medical table week after week, letting them drain her blood like a personal tap, leaving her weak, dizzy, and exhausted, all for a lie. Jodie’s body was being torn apart right under my roof for a sickness that didn't even exist anymore. "Calden?" Dante's voice sounds distant, like he is speaking from the end of a long hallway. "Are you okay?" I don't answer him. I can't even form words. A cold, terrifying rage erupts deep inside my chest, sweeping through my veins like hot acid. My blood burns, boiling over with a dark, suffocating fury that completely drowns out every other thought in my head.

(Katniss) “NO! You can’t die on me, Richard! Not after what you just revealed to me! I’m not the right person you should be telling those words to!” I took my dagger and slit my palm. Blade once told me that my blood was special. It worked on him once. And I was hoping now more than ever that it was true, that it would work on Richard, too. “Please don’t die, Richard. You need to tell those words to your son. You owe it to him!” I fed him my blood while desperately searching for Blade in the crowd. When I saw him, I screamed, “Blade!”

"You sound different than you did a week ago." "I feel different," Zara admitted. "Scared, still. Terrified, actually, if I'm being fully honest. But I'm done feeling helpless about it. Whoever this is, he's spent two years assuming I'd stay quiet and scared forever. I think it's time he found out how wrong he was."

A woman with silver eyes and no mouth. She dipped her hand into the blood and smiled. > “The Moonblood rises. The Queen returns. And the god beneath the roots... stirs.”

To make Nicole and me happy, Simon chose to commit suicide at an unknown, quiet place. Simon also told Nicole not to go looking for him. There was no way for me to deny anything with such an allegation imposed on me. Nicole strangled my neck as she frantically yelled that everything was all my fault. She then imprisoned me in the mansion that belonged to Simon and her. Every day, countless people would come to draw my blood. My blood would be donated to anyone who needed Rh-negative blood. If there were no need for the day, my blood would be treated as wastewater and poured casually on the withered roses.

She stared at them in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. The revelation that they needed her blood sent a wave of fear coursing through her veins. Would they really kill her for Damien's sake? As much as she wanted to save him, she couldn't sacrifice her own life. The thought of leaving her mother behind was unbearable. "We only need a little blood from your finger. We ain't killing you.” he said impatiently, his tone lacking any sympathy. She reluctantly extended her hand, her fingers trembling slightly. The man's gaze met hers, and she could see the determination in his eyes. With a swift motion, his finger elongated and cut her own finger, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her.

As I considered the fact that I had been drugged, I found myself growing angrier and angrier until I couldn’t stand back and listen any longer. "....Blood of the child’s mother..." The words drifted towards me, spurring me to move, pushing open the door and taking in the large scene where everyone was gathered. "Take it." I snapped, drawing everyone’s attention to me. "You need my blood?" I continued, stopping in front of an odd man I had never seen before. "Take it." Before he could respond, I extended a claw and placed it against my arm. I dug it deep into my skin and yanked, creating a deep cut that began to openly bleed onto the table in front of Edward.

At first, with both my legs amputated, everyone might have believed it had been some terrible accident. But now, the countless scars covering my body were impossible to explain away. Whip marks. Burn scars. Knife wounds of varying depths. Scars crisscrossed every inch of my skin. No one could call them "accidents" anymore. Dad staggered violently before throwing himself beside my bed, almost collapsing to his knees. His hands shook so badly he couldn't even hold my wrist steady as he finally roared out in complete loss of control, "Speak! Say something! Who did this to you?! I will make them pay! I swear I'll get justice for you!"