Naruto Coughs Up Blood Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I coughed again, this time a lot of blood coming from my lips staining Anna's clothes, I almost fell against her, suddenly feeling light. "Noah?" She pushed me backwards slightly, taking my face in her hands and I couldn't help the tears that fell past my throbbing eyes. **Don't forget to leave review if you enjoyed this chapter. Follow me on Twitter @janelovescoding ~Jane♥️

“Sol! Come on, sweetheart. Breathe!” I realized as Finn shouted, she wasn’t able to inhale. Caught within the cycle coughing that she couldn’t take a proper breath. There was too much liquid, too much blood, coming up for her to be able to breathe properly. Coming around the kitchen bar after setting the pan down lightly, my hands were shaking but I slowly bent down in front of her, getting sprayed with her blood. The blood of my Alpha. My lover. My best friend. I could feel it on my face, on my arms, every drop.

My grip loosened from Akira and I fell to the ground, and fell unconscious. TBC.... Holy Shit !! Guys who can guess what Niran is up to?? I love y'all 😍

He looks up at me, eyes wide with panic, and I can see the fear in his expression—the same fear that’s coursing through me right now. “I—” he tries to speak, but another cough racks his body, and more blood drips down his chin. I grab him, pulling him up and out of bed, my mind racing. “We need to get you to Nova,” I say, my voice strained with fear. Zane tries to protest, but his body betrays him, another violent cough tearing through him as I wrap my arm around his waist and half-carry, half-drag him toward the door. His blood stains my hands, my chest, and the scent of it—metallic and sharp—fills the air.

It was a lifetime defined not by grief or trauma, but by an unbroken, radiant joy. Until the sky turned to ash. Without warning, the golden light shattered like cheap glass. The dream fractured into a terrifying, chaotic whiplash of agonizing images. Rebecca felt a sudden, suffocating cold lock into her lungs—a violent, hacking cough that tore through her chest, leaving the metallic taste of blood on her lips. She was lying in a wooden bed, her flesh burning with a wasting mortal fever, her vision fading into a gray, terrifying dark.

My stomach dropped, coiling tightly with a cold that bit deep into my spine before I saw it. Blood. My heart stuttered, then froze in my chest. It slowly slid down his nose, thick and unmistakable, and then he coughed again—harder, rougher. Red fluid spilled from his mouth, and my world shattered in an instant. A scream erupted through the room, crackling like lightning hitting glass. I wasn't even sure who it had come from. I didn't care. All I saw was red. Red. Red. Kian struggled, choking, suffocating. His head tipped up and his hazel eyes locked with mine.

Carran is clearly not in control of himself anymore. "I'm afraid my mate doesn't have enough time to hear you ramble," Sire mutters finally, raising his brows, still remaining eerily calm. Carran's growl is cut short, a gurgling sound coming from his throat. I watch in horror as he violently coughs up blood mixed with some dark substance, right at Sire's feet. My mate just watches on, arms folded over his chest, eyes cold. I know it's his magic, as Carran writhes along the floor, choking on the strange black substance. I close my eyes, finding the sound haunting enough, but not before catching a glimpse at Sire's face.

When I opened my eyes, I was back on the battle field, my chest felt funny, like there was too much liquid in it. I began to cough uncontrollably. I was coughing up blood. “Naya are you okay?” I heard Zaya shout from somewhere In front of me, I looked up to see that she was covered in blood. I couldn't tell if she was injured, but from the way she was favoring her left side as she fought. I think she must have picked up at least a knock. I looked around me and realised that the four of them couldn't keep up with this battle.

The shifter asked. Suddenly, he began coughing and reached out to touch his neck. Threw up a ton of blood which made the demon standing behind him back up. There was movement in the background. I gasped when I saw Maverick stand up. I heard the sound of bones breaking. Break. Pop. Snap.

“Aren’t you hungry? Let’s just continue this tomorrow, yeah?” “Sure.” I said in a low voice. He offered a hand; I grinned before taking his hand. Gideon helped me stand up. We were laughing because he won’t stop making jokes about almost everything. It was almost nightfall and the sun was slowly disappearing. Huh, I didn’t even take a nap as I planned to do the whole day. I stopped walking when I felt my throat flinch. A cough escaped my mouth, I was coughing blood. It wasn’t even dark red, it’s almost black.