New Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

It was a long drive through the desert and hospitals were something that not many of them were willing to do for obvious reasons. “Shower first,” Blake said, bending his head to assess the bleeding. “No. This one.” He pointed to a nasty series of bite wounds that started high up on his neck and ended on his shoulder. How he hadn’t had his jugular torn out was beyond him. Skill, maybe, but more like luck. “This one needs to be stitched. It’s deep. It’s bleeding.”

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

I took a deep breath, and wiped my tears, waiting for her answer. Pearl bit her lip and said softly to me, "Tracy, you are bleeding. Let me bandage you first, and then explain to you, OK?" Seeing the concern in her eyes, I couldn't refuse her request. She got up and took the medicine box on the table, took out the hemostatic powder, applied it to my neck, and then took out a bandage to bind my wound.

Jenna could still remember clearly the distressed and disgruntled expression of the attending doctor. She laid on the cold operating table that day, biting her lips. Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth. When she felt the needle penetrated into her skin, it brought her not only physical pain, but also bone-deep grief into her heart! She had five stitches that day! Stitches? Jenna suddenly returned to her senses and thought of something. She had to have five stitches and her wounds were all lacerated. How could she not be bleeding? Even if she did not bleed during her first intercourse, there should have been blood from her wounds. She remembered that the bedsheets did not have any bloo

“You have swelling and bleeding in your private area. It is most likely due to the abrasion caused by the intense combat last night” Amy sneered. Dana wanted to find a hole to hide and never come out. Even though Ben’s expression was ugly, he asked “How do we treat this?”

I needed some on my neck as well. I carefully unwrapped the ace bandage, tossing it aside and then peeled the gauze from my shoulder, noting that it was soaked through with blood. That fucking leech hit my vein, no wonder it took so damn long to stop bleeding. Luckily it wasn’t bleeding now. I threw the bandage in the bathroom garbage and inspected my wound.

Nothing was going right with me and it was frustrating. After Killian wound fully healed up, looking like he once used to, and Lucan confirmed that there wasn't any traces of Dhruv's blood in him. Peter was next, and Lucan didn't take long with him. His wound also clotted up quickly. The procedure on Pierce's wound initially raised alarm, as the bleeding appeared resistant to clot. However, with time, the bleeding thinned off, clotting, and Lucan fell back in relieve. "On behalf of me, Peter and Pierce, I want to thank you for freeing us all," Killian said, touching his unblemished face as if in disbelief that he was finally ridden of Dhruv's loyalty mark. "We really appreciate it."

It takes me a few attempts to open - is this cap welded on or something? It might be more for the fact my fingers are smearing blood all over the white lid that is making it impossible. I guess I’ll just do this myself. I piece a claw through the tube, then squeeze the contents into my palms before smearing it all on my face and neck. It’s cooling and instantly I see the bleeding stop, the redness gone and my skin is back to normal. What the hell is this stuff?

My finger ran over the sharpness of the plate that could now pierce through anything. I held it tightly to the spot where I had been shot, I took in several breaths, before piercing it to my neck, tearing it up. I didn't make the wound that deep, but wide enough to bleed out as much as I could, and hopefully, I would be able to bleed out what little I could of whatever had been shot at

Why is she crying? I think it’s the sight of the blood that’s upsetting her. Without thinking, I grab a pair of shorts and strip off the towel, ready to wipe the blood from my forehead. Did I hurt myself there, too? Maybe when I slammed my head against the wall? I touch the spot, but there’s no pain. It’s just the blood. My hands are what hurt—the sting of the piercings, the throbbing in my palms. I wipe at my forehead again, trying to clean the blood off, but it just smears.