La Mujer Del Flujo De Sangre Novels & Stories

"I can't, I can't stop it. Help me. Please, Elara, help me!" Her crying snapped something inside me. I stumbled forward, my knees giving out as I dropped into the blood beside her. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely open the medical kit. I grabbed a fistful of heavy gauze, my fingers slipping on the plastic wrapping before I tore it open with my teeth. "Press down," Sophia sobbed, her voice breaking completely. "You have to press down hard. I don't know what to do, it's too much blood, there's too much"

The day I left the hospital, the sunlight felt blinding. I thought that was the end. Twenty thousand for peace. From then on, we would go our separate ways. I was wrong. There was no bottom line to human greed. Brian must have been pushed by my coldness. He sold the apartment, took the money, and ran off with his new girlfriend. He even changed his phone number. When the hospital called me, I was in a meeting. "Mr. Jones, your brother can't be reached. The patient's follow-up treatment hasn't been paid for. He's also ready for discharge, but there's no one to pick him up…"

I lead her through the living room and into the kitchen, walking over to a large, reinforced door and place my hand on it. “This is a cooler. Inside are donated blood bags. All the blood you need is inside. But, it has a magical lock. This door will only open for each person once a day, and you can only remove two bags. Trust me, you can’t trick the system. It will be hard. The hunger you’re feeling never goes away, but you can learn to push it from your mind. You don’t need to feed as often as you think you do. You can go weeks before the blood craze sets in.” I explain. She looks at me in confusion, once again reminding me how green she is. “I’ll explain later. Just know, you won’t die fro

She gripped her stomach, eyes wide with a look of anguish that didn’t match the little push. Then, quickly her frame dropped. Dropped to the floor like a crumbling sack, knees hitting hard. And then, while Isla was still standing in plain white confusion, she saw it. A glint. A shine. A dark, red pool spread beneath the woman. ‘What the...” Isla’s heart stopped. She stumbled back. One hand clutched her chest, the other trembling in midair. “N..No…No…” she whispered again. Mira screamed in an instant wild panic a short, strangled noise, backing away with hands over her mouth, eyes locking on the bleeding woman as she lay sprawled on the boutique floor.

With a chilly voice, the woman lowered herself beside him. THUMP. The scalpel on her hand she trailed and upon Rio’s shock was pushed deeper on his arms. “Stop!” She screamed inside her head, but it feels like nobody could hear her voice. The blood ooze. A vassal of horror washed over her. It was reddish and vibrant. It was horrifying, but to think she cause this was more than scary as she was even confused about what was happening. “P—please…. I won’t tell them anything—”

Nestor had indeed been severely startled earlier, but now that he'd calmed down, he glanced at the woman blocking their path: "It's just a person, don't be afraid!" Reassured by Nestor's confirmation, Selina's nerves gradually settled as she turned back to look at the woman standing in front of the car. The woman's hair and clothes were soaked, with water running down her body. The rainwater pooling at her feet didn't look like ordinary rainwater. Selina looked closer and finally realized what was wrong, crying out, "Blood, she's bleeding!" Nestor had also noticed something was off about the woman. His thin lips pressed together as he frowned at her.

After he severed the female cultivator’s leg, he took a step forward and brought her out. The woman was dripping with blood and on the verge of fainting. The crowd watched helplessly as her legs were engulfed and the legs disappeared into the passageway.

Even the big fishes that dived towards her, their aim to feed on her- died after inhaling and drinking the water polluted by her blood. As if controlled by an impulse, a desperate cry filled the air causing the waters to divide. Finally, the woman fell on a thin dry land. On both her sides were water fighting to devour her but they could not. As if it was against their nature. The woman opened her eyes and got on her feet after failing many times. She cried and cried before stretching out her hand, and a sharp knife appeared on her frail and weak hand. Without hesitation, she stabbed herself right in the heart. Bile seemed to rise out of her throat and she started throwing up blood which fel

He answered. “Then why waste my time?” The woman asked as I swallowed. “I will proceed on my own,” I spoke out firmly. The woman gaped in outrage. “She will proceed on her own,” Conri growled over the tense silence that set over the procession. The woman was obviously annoyed, but she shrugged. She turned and walked away to come back a second later with a large bowl filled with so much blood, werewolf blood. My hand was cut and wrapped with a white cloth before it was dipped in the bowl. The blood soaked onto my wound as it slowly closed. My hand was pulled out and uncoiled after the woman took the bowl away.

"Why did you do that?" "We both know your blood is not going to be enough." She groaned in pain. "You shouldn’t have done it." He sighed in frustration as he allowed the crimson fluid to flow into the bowl. After a few seconds, he reached for the vintage scarf wrapped around her hair and tied her hand with it before she lost too much blood. "Would this be enough?" She asked. Her voice was low, and she sounded weak as a result of the blood she lost. "Yes." He nodded and pressed his lips together in a thin line. "She’s going to be dangerous when she wakes up. You should leave."