Megurine Luka Novels & Stories

She can still hear her heart beating loudly. Mizu's left arm was already numbed because of the excessive gushing of blood out of her new wound. It was a deep, long slice on her skin with a length of 3 inches that kept the blood from dripping all over her arms. Not minding the wound, she stayed focused on the fight on hand. Like they say in this 'Survival Game' they called, "hesitation and losing your guard will lead you to death." It was either to crush or be crushed!

Mira removed her shirt before her lips let out a quick hiss. A large purple bruise appeared behind her right rib. She recognized she had a fractured rib when she pressed her palm against the bruise. An ordinary werewolf's damaged bone would take a week to mend. Mira, on the other hand, was exceptional. In her situation, a fractured bone might heal in an hour or two, depending on the degree of the fracture.

❤️ Miraeve's Sacrifice ❤️ ​The violent battle raged on all around them without a single second of rest. ​Miraeve felt like she had been fighting for endless hours. Her entire body was covered in dark purple bruises and deep bleeding cuts. Every single muscle in her legs and arms screamed out in pain with every sudden movement she made. The dark poison from the lycan soldier's sharp claws was spreading steadily through her veins. It was a slow, agonizing process, silently draining her natural strength and heavy stamina with every beat of her pulse.

"Yes. Second years." "You'll be a good doctor later. Your friend has a laceration to his forehead, extending down the side of his head, but not deep. His vital organs were all fine, only there was a dislocated shoulder bone and the bones of his pinky and ring fingers were cracked from being crushed when he held his weight. Luckily it's a clean crack," Mila's doctor explained. "Oh, thank goodness then," Ken said relieved. "When will he be able to come home, doctor?"

“How bad is it?” “It doesn’t feel good, does it?” Muriel glanced up, pitying me. “I can fix it, but she’ll have to rest for a few days.” “That’s fine,” said Gavin. My skin prickled as I felt exposed in front of Gavin. He stayed in the washroom despite my discomfort, or maybe just not noticing, and watched as Muriel finished cleaning my leg of blood. Then she pressed her fingers around the fringes of my wounds and closed her eyes, and I waited, confused, until warmth sunk into my skin and through my leg. With a gasp, I watched as the flesh mended itself, clotting blood and rebuilding my damaged muscle as the skin sealed over with shiny pink new growth. My wounds stung acutely but the pain dul

“That is torture.” “Hmm,” Meguitte frowned at it before beginning to wash away the blood. “Gah,” Connery turned his head. “I have the stomach for a lot, but this is too much, my love. Bandage it back up neatly and be done. What… what are you - ?” He broke off with a gag as Meguitte reset a finger.

Megara's mind was in a battle. Was he truly unaware or was he acting? No, he must be unaware. Evan can never. Yes, exactly she was thinking too much. Evan has nothing to do with it. Then why does his neck have that bruise? He gently stroked her foot and hauled her trouser up to her knee. "Tsk, see." He said while staring at the red scratch on Megara's knee. He grabbed the back of her knee with his left hand and spread the gel very carefully on her scratch. His eyes keenly focused on his doing.

“This is a Caliente one of a kind shirt! Do they have no appreciation how hard it is to get good clothing in my size?” “Here,” Meguitte tore away the shirt. “Pretty embroidery,” she commented as she examined the wound and leaned forward to run her tongue over the leanly muscled smooth skin, soothing the wound into closing. “It will scar,” she said regretfully as she watched the skin heal. “I’ll try again,” she pressed her tongue against her canines and transferred the venom to the wound, using the tip to trace the outline of the scar tissue. Harry smothered a giggle. “Tickles.”

As she peeled back the waterproof bandage Mirage and Natalia watched in fascination. “It is not as bad as I thought,” Mirage was surprised. There was a small raw hole, and around it a red area that edged into the purple, yellow and brown of blood under the surface of her skin, spreading over her chest and breast. “What does it look like from the back?” “About the same,” Natalia told her.

I saw him turning my body slightly with his webbed claws so that the bandaged wound on my waist was facing him. He raised his sharp webbed claws and carefully tried to untie the bandage wrapped around my abdomen. His frown deepened. He was obviously impatient with the bandages. As he was afraid of hurting me, he carefully hooked the edge of the bandage with his blade-like webbed claws. The transparent membrane in between the five fingers of a merman’s web claw made it extra challenging to do this. But he seemed to be afraid of causing me the slightest pain. A puzzled yet serious look appeared on his face, like a mathematician trying to solve an equation.