Saliva Bleed For Me Novels & Stories

“Well as you can see Machieste is continuing to heal well, but this gash above his eye could use something more. Can you lick it please?” “What? Are you crazy? Lick a wound, that is unsanitary not to mention, insane!” Alpha Baylor replied. “Listen, I am sure this is one of those things that Alpha Colin just hasn’t thought to tell you about. Alpha saliva is healing and if this wasn’t near his eye, I wouldn’t even ask. But the sooner that wound can heal, the better. Less chance for infection to set in and possibly affect his vision,” I explained.

"Well, seeing that I have seen that you are a male, I am sure prenatal won't work in your case. I am not going to draw blood, and so saliva will be the test that we will be doing tonight." She holds out the swab and asks me; "May I?" I nod and say; "Sure." I quickly stop her hand halfway and ask; "But my saliva wont be an accurate sample." She asks, confused; "And why not?" I give her an empty stare. She quickly responds; "Oh, wait, don't say it. I know why. So, blood it is." She takes out the syringe and asks me; "You are not afraid of needles, are you?" "Nope."

He said excited and ran outside. Sarah looked around and saw her pictures everywhere. She stood up confused. "What are you trying to prove by all this... Why are you back in our lives... Why Xavier?..." She asked and couldn't stop her tears. Her head was already spinning. "You think it was easy for me... I was dying everyday. It was misunderstanding, I didn't know that you were forced to leave____" His words stuck in his throat as his eyes widened in horror. Sarah touched her upper lips as she felt blood flowing from her nose. Her eyes rolled back and couldn't hold herself up anymore.

I started to speak again, but my voice trailed off. Then I mistakenly raised my head a little and I saw a stain of saliva on his shirt, by his chest area, and I became more flushed. I drooled on him?! How worse could this be? I thought I had stopped drooling years ago, so how did this happen? Then suddenly, something struck me and I rapidly began to look around me.

Lianna's words were faint, I couldn't even grasp a particular word she tried to spill. Hillarial got up, rolled his mouth, his lips curled in different directions. Then he slobbered, generously on her. That color, didn't look the usual; it was blackish brown. I froze. My eyes widened for I'd never seen such colour of saliva before. I wheeled my head to the south, as I couldn't stand the sight, and a blasting, bursting sound pricked my ears. I twirled.

His deep but somewhat weak eyes met mine. Then, a blue tint appeared on his cheeks. ‘His blood is blue. He is blushing! If I perceive this as excitement, then this is the first time I’ve seen him this excited.’ Although he seemed weak and looked like he was straining, his tight lips cracked open in a small smile. ‘This is because I licked his shaft with my tongue! I can still taste a faint metallic taste on my tongue!’ I looked at him with wide eyes and wiped my lips with my hand. I wanted to scold him, but I couldn’t utter a single word.

I moved my head from side to side to see inside my mouth, blood was there between my teeths. Suddenly eyes started to become blurry. I blinked a few times but it didn't clear. I looked up in the mirror again. Blood began to fill my eyes. It was rolling down my eyes. My lips parted. Tilting my head a little I tried to wipe the blood from my face but when I saw my hand there was no blood. In astonishment I looked up again and every trace of blood had vanished. There was nothing, not even a drop.

"What do you mean, heal me? You keep saying that." He took a breath. "My saliva. It has... properties. Healing properties. If I clean the wound and then—" He stopped, looking almost embarrassed. "If I lick it, it'll close. It'll heal." I stared at him. "You're telling me you can just... lick my bullet wound and it'll heal." "Yes." "And you didn't mention this before because...?"

I cry silently against my bedroom door for awhile and then make my way to my bathroom. I look in the mirror and take in my appearance. My long brown hair is disheveled and my blue eyes are red and swollen. I glance down and notice my nose is still dripping blood and starting to swell a little bit and my cheek is a dark shade of pink. I've treated myself plenty of times so this is nothing new. I was actually lucky this time it was just a nose bleed.

Kael Pov The next morning, I woke with blood in my mouth. Not from a wound. From my own teeth. I had bitten through my tongue in my sleep like an animal trying to chew through a trap. The healer who came—wide-eyed, careful, too young to have learned how to lie convincingly—told me it was stress. He dabbed at my lip, asked if I’d been drinking, avoided my eyes as if looking at me too long might invite something to look back.