Naruto Coughs Up Blood Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lucian quickly gets to work, removing the feeding tube from my throat as blood continues to spurt up from my throat. “It’s more than wolfsbane.” Lucian scowls as nurses come in and start clearing up the blood but it was no use, I was projecting blood quicker than they could clean it up and Lucian sends them out. I wanted to ask him what was happening but every time I opened my mouth, more blood just spilled out.

I repeated with a sly grin which looked weird to him. It was bitter at first but as time went by, I felt its reaction. I could feel my intestine tangling on the inside like someone was knowingly tying them together. Suddenly, I coughed and that was when I saw my life slowly fading away like the colours on a cloth that has been worn and torn severally. "Abby?? Is that blood??!! Abby you are fuckingly coughing out blood!!" Jack freaked out as he was losing his mind already. I kept on coughing with so much pain filled in my heart and belly. I fell to the ground as I kept on laughing painfully with blood stains all over my face and my cloth.

The blood starts pouring out of my mouth uncontrollably, I cough while splashes of blood defile the ground under me. “Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you”, the shade rubs the back of its hand down my cheek, “I'm just going to drain your body of its worthless life”. The shadow figure laughed maniacally in my face. I sense the thirst for blood and the hatred towards me. I start to turn to run, but my body immediately falls limp. I start to military crawl, dragging my legs across the floor.

he stutters on his words as he is now coughing up a great amount of blood, "Perhaps because I am not a monster." "Oh, my dear friend, you shall see a monster tonight." As he manages to find the strength to sit up straight, I bend down and grab him by his shirt, tearing it from his body. I completely catch him off guard as I rip him up in the air by his ankle, his hands furiously trying to grab hold of my body. "I am going to bleed you dry. I shall see how you lose every ounce of that light that keeps your body going." "Well," he stutters uncontrollably as the rush of gravity to his head shakes his mind off balance. "You shall get your wish."

I curled up on the hardwood floor, coughing up several mouthfuls of fresh blood. The servant standing closest to me couldn't help but scream.

Charlotte POV The moment the blood appeared, everything inside me shattered. It wasn’t just a cough. It wasn’t just weakness. It was red and thick and very, very wrong “Hayden—!” My voice broke as I rushed forward, grabbing the glass again. “Drink more—please—” He tried. God, he tried. But the water barely touched his lips before he turned his head and coughed violently again. The sound tore through the room, raw and wet and terrifying.

Finally, they stopped shrieking and they dropped them. I knew they wouldn't be so easy to kill so I wasn't surprised when they got back on their feet. However, this time, they glared at me and disappeared, dissolving like smoke. My chest heaved and my hands trembled. I sank to my knees and felt pressure in my throat. I coughed so hard my body shook then I realized I was coughing blood.

He tried again, coughing harder now. He pulled back, covered his mouth, looked at his hand… Blood. “What the fuck did you do?” he choked. I straightened. “Been in this game long enough to always have a backup plan.” “You little bitch…” he started, his voice strained as more blood gushed from his lips. “You thought I’d make it this easy?” I said, stepping forward. “You’re messing with Raven.” “I’ll destroy you…” he wheezed, his knees buckling. He tried to stand.

It feels like liquid fire expanding in my lungs, a sharp, tearing pressure that cuts off my airway entirely. A harsh, hacking cough rips violently through my throat. I jerk backward, breaking his grip as I instinctively bring my right hand up to cover my mouth, my body trembling from the sudden, agonizing spasm. The taste of heavy iron and copper instantly coats my tongue, warm and thick. I pull my hand away from my lips, my chest heaving as I look down into my palm in the dim twilight of the hallway. Blood. Thick, dark, metallic-smelling blood is dripping from my fingers, pooling in the creases of my skin and smearing across my palm.

Violet shouted, her voice growing increasingly strange “At least you can still proudly say you’re the parents of the most beautiful woman in all the packs…” Her triumphant speech was suddenly interrupted. And not because her parents stopped her, or because Noah, Aurora, or Atticus attacked her. No, her words came to an abrupt end because she had a coughing fit. So strong and sudden that her body bent forward, her back arching as her body seemed to try to expel something… But all that came out of her mouth was a gush of blood that covered her in darkness. Dark blood, very dark. Almost black, like…