Sasuke Crying Blood Novels & Stories

He knew Sango as a money thirsty man so whoever choosed Sango in his or her games must know so much about him. Sango's face twitched to the side as he fell down to the ground with blood trickling out from the side of his lips. Using his hand, he cleaned the blood out from the side of his lips and looked at his trembling hand. His hand was stained with blood and his mouth was aching in pain signifying that he had lost one of his teeth. He raised his body from the ground, still on his knees in front of Leonardo. His head was lowered down as he dared not look at the devilish man's face.

Thank the Gods for Mei. As we step into the throne room we see Amelia, Jianyu, Setia and Yildiz around two people. A man is screaming and writhing in pain on the floor. He looks as though he’s been tortured within an inch of his life, and I’m not sure how much life is left in him. All over his body his veins are protruding through his skin and are the colour of snow, meanwhile white liquid is pouring from his eyes as he coughs up blood while a woman clutches his hand crying uncontrollably.

"I don't fucking care. I don't care about that wretched lowlife! She's dead already isn't she? Just do something! Mother, Yua, Toshiro, do something! Give me back my face! My face...my face...my beautiful face...give me back my face.." She crawled towards me as she spoke, and held my legs, crying and begging me to give her, her face back. "My face Aito...please...my face...I want my face..." Why couldn't she get that I can't do anything for her? I looked at Toshiro for help but he was busy nursing the injury Sakura gave him on the arm to escape while Yua was crying. Suddenly, my legs had an added weight and I looked down to find Sakura's mother, also crying and begging me.

As I got closer to Psyche now, I checked her pulse, luckily she was still breathing. "Arghh! F*cking h*ll!" He yelled at Asher's back, his back was on fire, his flesh was on fire, and his skin was on fire. He vomits bl*od and his back is also bleeding, a lot of bl*od. He's still recovering, he swings his sword causing Kylo to get hit and because Asher is strong, Kylo gets away a little with just one swing.

Ye-", my eyes change color and the last thing I see before he takes over is Sasha's blood splashing on me, her lifeless body in Tareem's arm, her neck cut and blood gushing out. Tasha pushes through a shield begging to get out, begging her husband not to use Sasha, Tasha begs her husband to use her blood instead but it falls on deaf ear. I race to Tareem and a hand hit me back and my back hit the weak wall and I run off before the ceiling falls on me. I run to Tareem and Taet who seem to be doing a ritual- a very dangerous one at that. Wind and fire and Sasha blood circling round Taet and Tareem.

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

Trying to crawl he groaned and left a smear of blood. I walked closer. "Who sent you?" I asked. He laughed weakly. "Does it matter?" "Yes," I said. "It always does." He coughed, blood on his lips. "You're already too late." I crouched beside him. "You took a bad contract." His eyes flickered. Never did she intend to live as long as she did. My chest tightened. "Who?" He smiled faintly. "You know." "Say it," I ordered.

The little bit of money I had scraped together, paid for with endless nights and cracked, bleeding hands, meant less to them than one of my brother's hobbies. Brian sat nearby, playing video games. When he heard that, he looked up and shouted, "Yeah! Dad's right! You're not getting in anyway. Might as well give me the money!" I looked at the two of them, at their perfectly reasonable expressions, and felt my stomach churn. I did not cry. I did not argue. I knew tears were the cheapest thing in that house. It was worth nothing. I kept quiet. I just picked up a broom and started sweeping the shells scattered all over the floor.

He raised his hand to wipe my tears. “Jennie… I-I thought that I could keep you from harm if I became a strong warrior… “Ugh… Jennie, I found a way to bring back your wolf…” Before Jake could finish, his grip on my hand loosened. He was gone. My only brother lay dead in my embrace. The light in my world went dark. Then, there it was again. I could hear the howling of my wolf.