Mike Perry Spitting Blood Novels & Stories

They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system. Garick’s gaze tracked the fading lines of the corruption, and then his eyes shifted to the dark, deep gash slashed across Riheirk’s left wrist, still sluggishly weeping dark crimson. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew the biological ledger had been permanently signed. Riheirk braced himself for the explosive wrath of an enraged Alpha dad. He opened his mouth, his gravelly baritone rough and completely stripped of its usual military authority. "Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing he

Mike recovered faster than I expected, and I had only run halfway down the hallway when he grabbed me. He snatched the back of my hoodie and swung me around, throwing me face first into the lockers. Pain exploded in my head and my vision went white. When color and shapes bled into the white, I realized I was on the ground. Something warm ran down the side of my face and when I wiped it away, blood covered my fingers. My heart stuttered, and I looked up at Mike. The look of fury on his face was like nothing I’d seen before. He was going to kill me! A scream ripped from my throat and I scrambled to get to my feet.

Ethan heard the noise and glanced back. In the faint light, he saw me on the ground, looking like I was throwing up. He just snorted. "Drink yourself to death. It's what you deserve." Then he got into his car and drove off, leaving a trail of dust. I was left alone, in the chilly alley, feeling the world spin as I got sick. In the live stream, everyone watching got scared. [Host! You're spitting up blood!] [Someone call 911, quick!] [Who's that guy? So mean. He didn't even look back.]

Hinata stood there frozen, she couldn't utter a word, as her body was going through a shock. There was blood splattered everywhere and all mike did was smile. Has he been used to this kind of thing, killing people? , all these thoughts kept running inside her head as she stood there frozen.

I bit back a sob, clutching his hand tightly, while ignoring the cold seeping into my skin that may have well begun to numb me. “I a-am s-s-sorry.” He croaked out, his fingers reaching to graze my cheeks, but I shook my head, unable to accept it. “No, you are not.” My voice cracked, squeezing his hands even tighter in hopes that he could feel the truth I spoke. I was a mess, with hair plastered all over my face and snot dripping from my nose, but my entire world was crumbling before me. “You are not sorry.” Micah managed a smile, his lips thinning, but they never reached his eyes. A harsh cough tore from his lips, his body shaking violently as he spewed phlegm and blood, and my eyes widened

Mike screams, “A fucking psycho! “ “Yeah, “ the guy calls, “Don’t forget to call the police. “ I open my eyes to see Mike, pressing his palm over his nose. His fingers are stained and the blood keeps running between them. Mike’s eyes flicker at me, then to the man who just destroyed his face. And whose name I don’t even know… I know nothing about him. My heart speeds up as I think so, and I know I’ve sobered up a bit because I realize what’s actually happening. His hand is closed in a fist, the skin marred with blood and Mike breaks into a run.

His steps were heavy and impatient as he stormed toward the entrance, jaw tight, ready to throw out whoever had the nerve to intrude. He didn’t get that far. A fist cut through the air, the sound of knuckles smashing into bone sharp and brutal. The impact echoed in the cramped room. Mike’s head snapped back, and he stumbled before crashing to the floor. Blood burst from his nose, streaking down over his lips as a raw scream tore out of him. The boys around me froze. The laughter, the mutters, the glow of the phone camera, all of it died in an instant. I stayed on my knees, rooted to the spot, my pulse hammering against my ribs. My breath caught, tight and shallow, as I lifted my eyes.

His eyes seemed to be laughing. "I don't do timid." With that the eating resumed around the table and conversation flowed easily. The only thing I hate about all this is that Arisa had to give up some of her blood to Veronica for noth-. Arisa's ear piercing screamed surrounded the room. I stood up quickly, effectively knocking my chair to the ground, and ran to her side as she twitched and convulsed on the floor. Glaring at Veronica, I picked Arisa up into me arms. "What did you do?!"

And puke some more. “Holy shit!” Mike gasps in shock, “What the fuck happened here. This is sick!” He’s not really asking me; I get that he is just as astonished by the horrific scene as I am. I pull my shirt up over my nose after sorting myself out and finish vomiting. Images of my pack being massacred flash behind my eyes, the gory scene bringing back memories as I cast my eyes around the open room and the bodies that litter the floor. All their heads had been removed and spiked on pool cues or bar stool legs.

This is his first time experiencing this kind of thrill so no wonder he felt this adrenaline rushing through his body. (This is my first time that this happened to my life.) "Hey, Mik-!?" Just before he could finish his sentence he sees Mike spitting some blood. Mike's mouth is bleeding, it must be from the punch he received earlier. Ray is amazed that Mike's managed to endure it not to mention hide it from him. "Oy! Are you okay!?" Ray worriedly asked Mike. "This is fine for now. Don't let your guard down, they are not giving up just like that."