La Mujer Del Flujo De Sangre Novels & Stories

The warmth inside me swelled, hotter…heavier. Until my vision blurred at the edges. The weight in my chest was unbearable now, suffocating. The bones in my arms and legs felt like they might split open… and my organs out for the world to see Another crack. Then the dam shattered. The power didn’t flow out… It ripped free like a blood-lusted wolf that had been set free to hunt, an eruption so forceful it wrenched a scream from my throat. The man in front of me howled. His body melted like plastic, flesh dissolving into a pulsing mass of meat and flies.

Just as I was about to leave, the door suddenly burst open. A woman clad in an exquisite designer gown stormed in, her heels clicking against the floor. It was Lucille. Her face was twisted with rage as she shrieked, "Bitch, so it is you who has been seducing my husband!" I scowled at her and said, "I have no interest in your husband. I'm leaving!" "Who said you could leave?" she screamed hysterically. "I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!"

The burnt woman was bleeding when I opened the door, but the spots on her hands and legs where we had tried to hold while lifting her was now bleeding profusely, like water from a running tap, almost flooding the insides of the car with her blood. “ She's loosing a lot of blood!” Vivian yelped. “ Oh my gosh, she smells like grilled meat”, someone from the gathering crowd shouted and I snarled at him. “ I need everyone to back off right now. Back off right now, please, give us some space”, Dr Bailey said as she made her way through the crowd, her short frame barely making her visible. “ Give me your coat”, I said to her as the look of shock also appeared on her face on seeing the woman.

“Care to explain how one of his pets knows your name?” “I—” I swallowed. “I don’t know.” The woman’s eyes flicked toward me. For a heartbeat, something almost human passed over her face. Then it was gone. “He knows,” she said softly. “And he’s coming.” Kael jerked her closer, the air between them crackling with heat. “You’re going to tell us exactly what he knows.” A strange smile touched her lips. “You don’t have time.” Then she dissolved. Not in a blaze of light. Not in a puff of smoke. She simply unraveled, her form scattering into a thousand threads of shadow that bled into the air.

The vision flickers: a memory of a little girl holding her doll, turning slow circles in a kitchen that no longer exists. A voice calls out. "High Warden." Not a title, but a plea. I turn to see the villager emerging from the dusk—a woman, bent and brittle, her face split by more lines than I can count. Her hair is white and bound with a bit of twine, her dress the brown of old sackcloth. She looks at me, not with the vacant terror I've come to expect, but with something closer to exhaustion. She kneels. It takes her three tries to get all the way down, her knees creaking audibly. The motion is both deliberate and involuntary, a reflex older than the scars on her hands. I wave her to her fee

The dungeon was a tomb of cold stone and endless dark, the only light a thin, dying glow from the corridor torch, its doors creaked open as River slipped inside, his cloak pulled tight, eyes scanning the dim cell until they found Scarlett. She sat slumped against the wall, knees drawn up to her chest, a jagged piece of broken metal clutched in her trembling hand. The rusted bar fragment hovered over her wrist, the skin already nicked, blood already beading along the shallow cut, slow drops of blood dripping onto the filthy straw. Tears streamed down her face, silent and endless, she hadn’t yet found the courage—or the despair—to go deeper.

Her breasts were weak and sensitive since the delivery, so she felt as if her blood vessels were about to burst when abused by them in this manner. Her eyes reddened with tears, and hateful, humiliating thoughts filled her head. In the end, Hesper could not bear it anymore and pulled out a fork that she hid under the pillow before stabbing the person next to her visciously. “Gah!” A bitter, agonizing roar rang in the room. The woman grabbed her arm and said with an agonizing expression, “Madam, blood… I’m bleeding…” The other woman was so startled that she loosened her grip upon noticing the situation, leaving Hesper slumped down on the bed weakly.

"You are bleeding." "I am?" "I can smell your blood strongly." She frowned. She bathed and made sure she washed all the blood off. "But I washed it off." "You are probably bleeding again. Your malnutrition would not let your blood clot well, and now I'm the one suffering." "I am sorry your highness. I should leave." Luciana stood up, but when she walked past Raziel, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Where do you think you are going little girl?"

I could feel a sharp pain piercing through me, those words were too sharp to not hurt. From my mate of all people, his eyes radiated hatred and anger. I was right, it is too soon to relax, because I have yet to acquire my mate fully. “A siren’s blood has particles that could make any vampire stronger, it can increase speed, strength and all the other attributes.” “That is why you killed my mother?” her sarcasm was made to mask the hurt in her voice. She had always acted like she hated the siren queen, her mother, but her eyes betrayed her.

Gage said and slinked out of her bathroom. Sihana allowed herself one moment of weakness and she used it in the shower as she washed her own blood and his semen from her body. She cried her heart out and then promised herself that Faro would never touch her like that again.