Mole Fell Off Bleeding Novels & Stories

Because of the helmet, Cole was saved when he fell off his bike. He immediately took off the helmet with his bleeding hands, his eyes searched for his kiddo, and he struggled to get to his feet because his legs were gravely hurt. His breath stuck in his throat as he saw her lying in the pool of blood. He immediately stood up and dashed towards her, shedding tears.

The other was reaching out, trying desperately to grab the prosthetic eye Moore was stepping on—but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach it. “Don’t step on it! That’s my eye!” His voice shook as tears streamed down his cheeks, his throat hoarse from crying. “Mama… he’s stomping on my eye…” His cries were helpless, fragile—and hearing them felt like someone was crushing my heart in their fist. It hurt. It hurt so much. I rushed to him without thinking, pulling him into my arms protectively. Moore, startled, slipped and fell to the floor, immediately bursting into loud wails.

Silence descended over the lower ditch, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing, the dripping of rain from the high pine canopy, and the distant, panicked whinnying of our horses up on the high ridge path. Mollie let out a long, shuddering breath, her hands trembling slightly as she rested the heavy head of the battleaxe against the muddy flagstones, wiping a mixture of sweat and crimson blood from her forehead with her sleeve. "Are you alright?" she asked, turning to look at me, her eyes scanning my bleeding side with intense concern. "I am fine," I wheezed, leaning my hands against my knees for a brief second as my heart rate slowly settled down from the rush of battle. "You took

Careful of the smaller branches. Once at the top of the fence, my knee slips, jabbing into one of the spikes because who didn't need spikes for a fence. FUCK! Biting back a scream, I wince. Thankfully, I was still holding onto the tree branch or else I would have completely fallen. Warm liquid now seeping from my wound, signaling to me that I was bleeding. Great. Forcing myself to finish, I move to cross the threshold, my body falling the last 6 feet to the ground with a thud. Collapsing on impact because of my knee. A dark sticky patch now seeping through my leggings. Shit, not good!

A small crowd is swift to gather around the scene and when I struggle through the gasping wolves I encounter Moira sprawled on the snow floor in a pool of her red thick blood a sharp knife lodged deep into her left thigh. "I am sorry mama." Argus is wailing shrilly beside her his eyes swollen and red as streams of his sorrowful tears gush down his cheeks. He is drenched in her blood too which means she has been bleeding for a while now and her male had just gotten out of his shock to shriek and fetch our attention, this must be so frightening for him.

"I was busy. I forgot." I didn't bother reacting to his tone. "Molly, I showed your test results to the doctor, and he said you just scraped your skin. Werewolves heal fast. There's nothing wrong at all. So really, there's no need to scare yourself over nothing." "Got it," I said, still typing without looking up. A silver medical kit hit my left leg during today's accident. The silver kept the wound from healing, so I ended up needing 18 stitches. "The pup was already four weeks along. Poor little thing," the doctor said, his voice heavy with sympathy. "Just another hour, and we probably could've saved it."

It was obvious on Molly's fair and delicate skin. Even Brycen and Sawyer were attracted to it. "Did something happen?" Everyone looked at Molly. Molly did not expect a minor injury would make everyone so worried. So, she quickly pulled down the sleeves that the triplets were holding. Molly put on a calm face and said, "It's nothing. When I returned from work last night, I didn't pay attention to the road. I fell down and got some scratches. I've already applied some ointment to it. Everyone, hurry up and eat. Don't waste the breakfast I worked so hard to make."

I wept as I pulled my sister's wolfs head into my lap and stroked her fur. Lola shifted and looked up at me as she flinched in pain. “Ume, it hurts.” Her voice was broken and full of agony. I hugged her to my chest as Mobius put a blanket over both of us. I watched as blue veins appeared where she was bitten. The poison was traveling through her bloodstream.

“Now.” The mole thrashed, sweat and blood mixing on his skin. “P-Please—” Cassiel’s lips barely curved. “Wrong answer.” He yanked the knife free—only to jam it beneath another fingernail. The man’s entire body convulsed. His screams were sharp, ragged. Cassiel watched him carefully, waiting for the exact moment the pain became too much to bear. The mole gasped, his one unbroken eye darting wildly. His lips parted, as if he was about to finally speak —

"It's pulling on our bond." Another pulse hit us, and Selene collapsed against me, but I caught her before she hit the floor. "Selene!" Her body was shaking, the. Blood began leaking from her nose.