روايات وقصص ضمن Saliva With Blood In The Morning

The next morning, I woke up feeling hot and tingly. My body ached and I couldn't get up from my bed. I touched a hand to my forehead and groaned. This was not a good time to get a fever. I panted. It was a bad move. Morning breath. I got up, crawled on all fours to the bathroom and managed to brush my teeth, sitting on the toilet. I crawled back the way I came, which unfortunately took longer since I used up my energy to brush, but the good thing was I didn't have bad breath anymore.

Oh yeah, vampire saliva could be used as a way to induce rapid healing or help lower the pain so I sucked on her lower lip, enjoying the moan that escaped her. It made me want more so I sucked harder on her lip, my growing erection trapped in my pants. What I would give to feel her inner walls fluttering around me, milking my—fuck, I had to stop thinking so much. “How is my blood?” she whispered, her breath tickling my ear. I grinned. “The usual copper taste but there’s also this sweetness to it”

I brought the blood to my nose and took one simple sniff, closing my eyes for better concentration. The normal smell of blood hit me first, but the smell was too heavy. Opened my eyes to inspect the blood, and noticed that while it appeared the normal colour, the little drop of blood had failed to coagulate in the time it had been exposed to air. Typical signs of Moonshade poisoning.

She paused, swiping her thumb on my lips. “Is that blood?” she questioned with a frown, and my heart skipped a beat. “Bella, open your mouth!” she ordered, and I sighed, opening my mouth to reveal my blood-stained teeth. She stood up at once, pulling the covers from my body to reveal sachets of blood underneath. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Where did you get this?” she asked, widening her eyes. “This is a hospital, and they have a fucking blood bank.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

Her throat began to burn. Octavia frowned and set the glass down with a shaky hand. “Maybe I drank that too fast…” she whispered to herself. The queasiness rapidly worsened. She staggered to the restroom but could only make it to hallway when she tarted coughing more forcefully. Her throat felt like it was on fire. Suddenly, she coughed hard and tasted something warm and metallic in her mouth. She looked down at her palm. Blood. She vomited a small amount of blood onto the polished floor

I gripped the sink and leaned forward until my forehead nearly touched the glass. Then the first mouthful of blood hit. Thick, metallic. I spat it into the basin, crimson streaks splattering porcelain like paint on snow. Another wave came almost instantly, forcing me to my knees. My body shook with the effort to hold it in, to not wake him with the sound. “Fuck…” My voice cracked against the tiles.

I can't. Not now. Not when we had to leave at dawn. We have been moving this fight for long. There's no time to waste now. "Your highness!” Vok’svoice was sharper now, edged with concern. "What the hell is this?" We stared down at my vomit. The once orangey color had turned red. Blood? I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, forcing myself to sit up "I don’t know." And that scared me. I never got sick. Not like this. Not ever. What was wrong.

In the middle of the night, Madelyn was jolted awake by intense, sharp pain and a strong taste of blood in her throat. She immediately covered her mouth and nose, lifting her blanket and immediately going into the bathroom without even putting on shoes. There, she vomited a mouthful of blood. Her clothes and the floor were stained with blood...

Blood. The metallic tang of blood on my tongue jolted me awake. I blinked against the harsh morning light streaking through the windows. My vision was blurry and unfocused, but as I tried to move my hands, the sticky liquid that coated them anchored me to reality. The haze I’d woken up with was now gone. The blood that streaked across my fingers and the flesh under my nails were unmistakable.

Joanna, who had been scalded by hot soup, was picked up by him and taken out of the room. He did not spare me another look, so he did not see the blood running down the corner of my mouth. I shivered on the floor and felt an itch in my chest. Shortly after, I started coughing non-stop, as if something was stuck in my chest. Once I spat out my first mouthful of blood, even more of it gushed out of my mouth in a rapid stream. I tried hard to swallow it all back, but it only got worse. My eyes found my phone on the nightstand, and I started crawling toward it. Blood dyed my clothes red as I dragged my terribly aching body. Right before I exhausted the last ounce of my strength, I finally manage