Naruto Coughs Up Blood Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She couldn’t control the tears anymore. A deep cough erupted from her throat. She coughed intensely till blood began to drool from the corner of her mouth like a vampire that had just fed from its prey. Santiago, shocked to see the red liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth, launched forward to help her. “Get your hands off me, you weak scumbag.” She shoved him away, her teeth gritting in rage. “Nina, you are bleeding,” he still came forward to help her.

I coughed weakly yet warm mucus spurt out of my mouth. “Fangs and claws, Luna! You’re coughing out blood!” Blood? I looked down but my vision was blurry and it kept getting worse. The urge to cough increased and I could not stop myself from coughing incessantly. My vision blurred out, my body weakened and my hearing lessed. All I did was cough while Rosa cried out miles away.

Soon, the footsteps resumed, but they were growing fainter, moving farther away from me. I slowly opened my eyes just a crack, and my gaze fell upon Dante, covered in blood while he stood in the open bathroom. My eyes widened, and my legs instinctively drew closer to my chest. He removed the shirt he was wearing and let it fall to the floor, revealing his physique in all its glory. I quickly shut my eyes as he proceeded to remove his pants and underwear. I didn’t intend to open my eyes, but a strange urge prompted me to do so. Gradually, I opened them, only to find Dante gazing into the mirror, a frown etched on his face, which slowly transformed into a smile.

Experiencing such pain was not something a normal person could endure. "Ufh!" The disciple’s face blushed a crimson color before he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and looked like he was about to fall over. After the Muddled Origin Clan disciple vomited a mouthful of blood, he looked like a cooked prawn and was unusually red. Moments later, he, unable to keep himself composed, fell to the ground with a thud.

she greeted kindly. I tried to smile back, but even lifting my head felt like too much. I gripped the mop tighter, using it for balance, and dragged it across the tiles. Nina’s smile vanished. Concern replaced it as she let go of Gary’s hand and stepped closer. “Vanessa? Are you alright?” I tried to respond. My mouth opened, but no words came. A sudden, violent pressure surged in my chest, and I bent forward with a sharp, painful cough. Thick, dark blood hit the freshly cleaned floor.

I curse loud enough, coughing up a bit of blood from the damage to my system. “That’ll shut you up for a while.” She comments, tossing the wood aside and dusting the filth of her hands. She’s not desperately gagging for air like she was doing just a second ago, which adds to the ‘what-the-fuck’ moment that’s unfolding right now. Speaking on that… what the fuck is going on right now? “I’m sure you're probably wondering what’s going on right now.” Probably? I try to speak but end up spitting out more of my own blood and the gash in my abdomen leaks so much of it. The chances of me surviving from this already seems bleak.

I raised my hand to wipe her tears but she pushed my hand away. "Don't" she growled, realising her aura using all her power. I was staring at her when I heard the sound of someone coughing. I turned my head and found a maid standing a few feet away from us. Alice's aura made it almost impossible for her to breathe. She was coughing blood and with every passing second her health was worsening.

“Please… Please don’t leave me. I don’t think I can survive without you.” Nate weakly lifts his hand and places it on the back of my head, groaning in immense pain. “You’ll survive, Mia.” I lift my head and look at him. His features twist in pain, and I can see that it takes everything within him to mutter, “I’m sorry… L- Lo…” He coughs violently, causing blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

"My stomach, it hurts..." Nakoa gasps, hopping onto her feet. "What's going on?" Warmth suddenly floods my throat, tasting metallic before I cough it onto the ground, unable to control it. Looking down in horror, I see blood staining the gravel, now dripping down my chin. When I look up at Clea and Nakoa, their eyes are wide and their mouths are hanging open, as horrified and disgusted by the image of me coughing blood onto my feet.

I couldn't complete my sentence as I started coughing, droplets of blood began falling from my lip, and I whimpered as my head pounded from the pain. He smirked and looked at me coldly. I coughed more violently. I could feel that my eyes were beginning to water. The heat of my tears mixed with the blood that dripped down from the side of my mouth, I didn't know if I was crying from pain or embarrassment of being weak, or some mixture of both. When he tried to move toward me again, I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact and praying for my soul, but it never came. So I opened my eyes and came face to face with Rhys holding Vincent's hand.