Poked Eye Blood Spot Novels & Stories

“We asked you to join us, but you refused. Unfortunately, you left us with no choice. “ A second later, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen as she injected a liquid into me. My limbs grew numb, and then the black spots appeared across my field of vision. Blood splattered around my hand, and with my last strength, I tapped on my smart watch and sent a picture of my bloodied hand before everything went black.

“Now do we have a deal, or not?” Before she can reply, I hear a tumble and a sharp cry in the direction of my pups, I whip my head around, expecting to see Paisley sprawled on the ice. However it isn’t Paisley writhing on the ice in pain, it’s Parker – and he’s bleeding.

I smiled, hoping he would be convinced. "Oh okay. Shit! It's bleeding. Xavier!" He said with concern, his eyebrows knitted. I looked down and saw that the blood had seeped through my hoodie, creating a dark moist patch on the material. Oh no.

The beautiful bouquet decorated with my eyeballs was delivered to my mom, Eleanor Heinrich. My ten slender fingers had been forcibly broken to adorn the area around the eyeballs. Fresh blood was smeared all around, still dripping, staining the pupils a deep red. The dilated pupils reflected the terror their owner felt before death. The fingers were a mix of bruised blue and purple, with nails flipped backward and stained with blood. The shade of red on them was even more bright and vivid than the roses at the side.

She let out a long breath, turned her face sideways, and bumped into a turquoise eye. Sagon plopped down on the side of her bed and stared at her with an eye that hadn't even grown yet. His right eye was still an empty black eye hole, the left eye had grown, but there was only a lone turquoise eyeball set in the socket, the eyelid was not repaired along with the lower eyelid, and at first glance, it was even more oozing than the two black eye holes. Evelyn froze for just a moment and immediately recovered.

Ami‌d t‍he sever​e pa​llo‌r a⁠nd obvious distres‍s,​ she n⁠oticed somet​hing s⁠ubtle: the patient​'s‍ r⁠ight pupil was fi⁠xed in a s​light, unusua⁠l dila​ti‌on, wh⁠ile t‍he left​ responded norm​ally to lig‌ht. "Dr. Walla‍ce," Helena s‌poke up ur‌ge​ntly, "look at his⁠ eyes. Th⁠e right pupil is fixed and dilated. Did‍ we miss a he⁠ad injury?" Wa​llac​e barely glance‍d up from where he wa​s che​cking th‌e‍ chest tube drainage.

“Red marks? Are they the same ones that you drew on the diagnostic chart?” The doctor holds up the tablet to my poor attempt at drawing the starbursts. I nod, feeling along the pup’s forehead for a connection point but it seems to just hover right above its fur and yet it’s attached. “Ok so you can touch and feel the red marks – can you describe it for us please.”

A calming silence swallowed a huge chunk of the noise so that it was almost like I could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat. He was blacked with blood and he spat out more blood from his mouth but his eyes were filled with so much life. He blinked blinked as Sir. Skippar got to him and bashed him in the face. He staggered away and it took him some seconds before he could stable his footing. I felt my heart rate increase. What is he fucking doing? He looked at me again and then I tensed up, noticing something in his eyes— in his left eye. Blood had soaked into it and covered up its blue. He was bleeding internally.

June screamed, but she was too late. Dante was already clawing at his forehead. The red spot on his skin grew, its roots digging deep into his pores. He gasped, his knees wobbling. "June... it feels like something’s trying to read my thoughts. It’s... it’s hungry." "Mommy, my eyes hurt!" Hope cried. June spun around. Her heart froze. Hope’s eyes weren’t brown anymore. They’d changed to a bruised, dark red, leaking thick fluid that looked like wine. The little girl stumbled, reaching out with blind hands.

You can see strands of it laying all over area. One of the eyeballs is missing, the socket looks like a deep black hole sitting on their face. It gives you a creepy feeling; almost like you could see deep in the soul. It’s eye is laying over to the side while the other is hanging loose out of the socket, blood leaking out of the tear ducts, almost as if the person was crying blood before they succumbed to the fatality of their wounds. The blood runs down the face, in a tear streak path, that leads past the nose to the mouth.