New Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

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.

“Don't worry, Princess. Nothing will happen to him, I will not let anything happen to our son… just keep yourself strong!! I am here!! I'm here with you… nothing is going to happen to him, I promise… even if that means I have to fight with the devil of the underworld, I am not afraid. I will fight him too, if that ends up being the only way to make Adrin healthy again… so don't worry!! Nothing is going to happen to him, nor are you alone here, okay.” “Ma'am, Sir, there is a small piece of gravel stuck near his left eyebrow, almost 2 mm in diameter. This is why the bleeding is not stopping yet. We need to take him to the hospital to pull it out and stitch it up. Don't worry it is going to be

He can also hear the popping sound of his skin being pierced, as if he has been drugged and then stabbed by someone with a needle, but he can still hear it without pain. Then, drops of black blood oozed out from dozens of needle holes.

Shaking my head to clear the fog, I pulled away and headed out of the room to fetch the spray. I returned to find her curled to the side. My footsteps alerted her of my presence. She turned and sat up on the bed, her brows furrowed. "What is that?" Taking a seat next to the bed, I held the spray in front of her. "Sterile saline spray." Scooting forward, I cleared my throat. "From my research, it doesn't hurt. I had someone bring a few of these. They are good for piercings—aids effective healing."

I don't know how long I stay like that—hunched over him, crying, begging him to stay. But then— Something shifts. I feel it before I see it. The blood flowing between my fingers slows. Just slightly, but enough that I notice. I blink my eyes open, wiping at them with the back of one shaking hand. The wound beneath my other palm feels different. Less blood pulsing against my skin. I pull my hand back slowly, hardly daring to breathe. The bleeding is slowing. Not stopped, but definitely, impossibly slowing. "What..." I lean closer, watching as the edges of the wound begin to knit together. It's so subtle I think I might be imagining it at first. But no. The torn flesh is actually closing.

It was like I had gotten the piercing a year ago, and not just yesterday. I burped, and the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. I grimaced. Ugh, I must have ingested my blood by mistake. I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, still stunned. This didn’t make any sense. Why did the wound on my tongue stop bleeding in such a short time? My condition caused wounds to bleed uncontrollably, and because of this my skin bruised easily. Had Lucius done something to stop the bleeding, like that pain relief bar from last night? That had done the trick—

They pull. Montague and Jameson take the strain, holding me solid while Pearson and Henderson literally pull my leg straight. The bone slides back under the skin and I feel the most goddess-awful grinding. Edwardo pushes firmly on my thigh and I feel, sickeningly, the exact moment the bone ends reconnect. He looks up and smiles. “Good.” “The doctor is on his way,” he says, glancing toward the doors, “but before he gets here we need to tie off this bleeding. I’m concerned it may be your femoral artery.”

Not a single peck of hair in sight… just how I like it. My heartbeat accelerates as I pass the washcloth over his nipples. A hiss slips past his lips and I look up to find his eyes half shut and cloudy with… pain? My throat tightens with alarm. “Are you okay?” “No.” His voice is a deep rumble in his chest. I swallow and whisper; “why?” His head lowers as he stares at the piercing; “I got this a few days ago. It hasn’t fully healed yet.” I look at it and for the first time, I realize that the spot is soft and tender. “Really?”

"Breathe in." She inhaled and I smoothly drove the needle through her flesh. She didn't move an inch. "Good girl. Almost finished." I took the fourteen gauge barbell and threaded it along the needle, pulling it through the three-quarter inch space under her flesh. I used gauze to gently wipe blood from her pussy. The piercing might bleed slightly for several days. It would also be quite sore in a few hours. I lay the needle and receiving tube on the tray and removed my gloves. I pushed two fingers into her pussy.