New Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

I blinked away the tears from my eyes, before cleaning my face with my sleeve and looking up at him. "In case you're curious about this, it's nothing. I'm actually healthy, it's just that… you're not supposed to see this in the first place," he murmured the last part and ruffled his hair, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "I'm not good with tight closures. Less ventilation caused this," he explained, pointing to his bleeding nose. Wasn't he bleeding too much? His hands were already stained with blood, yet he seemed unfazed. "I wasn't supposed to go too deep inside you, so that's the cause. You've already aroused me, but I can't continue. Expect me anytime in the night."

Within minutes, her hundreds of thousands of followers flooded the post with angry comments. I watched as Ruby picked up a craft knife. Gritting her teeth, she lightly made a small cut. Blood flowed from the shallow wound. However, it stopped bleeding quickly. Seeing it wasn't dramatic enough, she picked up the craft knife again and carefully traced over the wound, deepening it.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

I was bleeding again. Allison's dagger had sliced through the bandage and into my arm. I walked quietly to the bathroom. There was a leftover bandage in the first aid box there. I cleaned the blood and deftly tied up my injured arm with the bandage. Coming back into the room, I saw the glitter of fresh tear tracks on her cheeks. Some tears had overspilled while she slept. I looked at her wonderingly.

The punctures hurt like hell. I take off my jacket and throw it on the seat next to me, I open the shirt quickly and notice the blood already bathing my skin. I tear pieces of the shirt, making a ball of fabric and against the pain, I begin to compress the injured area, in an attempt to stop the bleeding caused by the stab wound. I throw my head back and start breathing through my mouth. The door to the upper wing opens hastily, and I see D'Ângelo, the family doctor, approaching next to Nico.

I slowly relax as I find that each round becomes easier to manage until I hit round six. “Last one, Damian. You’ve tolerated this very well. Dr. Pierce, do you stock surgical glue?” “Is it big enough for that?” Dad gasps as Dr. Pierce comes over with the glue. “I would say the depth that it went, combined with his fight, has created a hole large enough that gluing it together would be beneficial to its healing.” I’m surprised that Dr. Pierce has supported her request. “The flush has numbed the wound on the inside nicely but not the skin. There might be a burning sensation with this but it’s brief.”

Crimson steadily slid from each of the puncture wounds, and I quickly pulled my shirt off, tearing it into shreds. “This is going to hurt, Ahmed. But I need you to stay as still as possible,” I whispered, preparing the first piece. Pressing my finger into the wound, he groans out in pain, tensing up until he remembers what I’d said. I move to the next one. And by the fifth, I think he’s on the verge of passing out due to the pain, but I’ve slowed the bleeding tremendously, and without a packing the wound; He won’t survive. “What were those things?” Ahmed’s shaky voice whispers. I glance up to his normally olive toned face to see it looking ashen. His eyes are closed and beads of sweat drip f

When I realized the puncture wound was simply too small for the size of the pads, I took them and wiped the area roughly. Yes the man was already in pain, and yes I could have been much more gentle, but if it helped spare his life by stopping the bleed then so be it. I wiped again looking closely at the row of teeth marks in his flesh and studying where the main bleed was located. It naturally sat where the fangs would have been. “What are you doing?” Lewis asked while still holding the screaming man. I barley heard him, I was too focussed on what was in front of me, I had managed to switch off to the man’s cries too.

I bit down on it hard, hoping to relieve some of the tension. Tears were pooling in my eyes as the pain just got worse. I felt like I would pass out soon. The scar in my abdomen was slowly opening back up and blood began to leak from it's seams. I placed the other end of the towel over it applying pressure in hopes of slowing the bleeding down.

It feels almost as if ants are moving around underneath my skin. "You're feeling your tissue and muscles slowly stitching themselves together. You should be completely healed in about an hour, but for now, I'll need to stop the bleeding." He pulls his shirt off, balling it into his hand. "This is going to sting a bit." He says, warning me. I give him a nod, preparing myself for the pain. He applies pressure on the wound, causing me to wince at the pain. "You did well against Lilly." Jason looks at me, continuing to apply pressure to the wound.