Novel & Cerita Sasuke Crying Blood

my brother asked the men that were with me present "Nothing she was fine a minute ago" said adrian, his tone shaking from fear, then another scream came out of from the pain, but this scream was something else, my powers came on display, a huge bright aura came, pushing away the three men standing next to me, by the time my headache stopped, i was bleeding from my eyes and nose, the taste of the metallic liquid in my mouth, i looked at my brother who was what seemed twenty feet away from me, atlas and adrian behind my back "are you oka-" I attempted to asked, before my knees buckled on me and I felt to the ground, losing the reminants of light from my eyes, and drifting to a slomber.

SAPHRA’S POV My palm presses against his cheek, my other hand steady against the side of his neck, feeling the violent pulse of those black veins beneath his skin. They throb against me. His sword is still raised. Still trembling. His forehead nearly touches mine now, his breath uneven, harsh, breaking apart with every exhale. Sweat drips down his face, mixing with something else.... Tears. My heart twists painfully. He’s crying. I have never seen him cry before.

He slowly looked down at his chest where a sword was sticking out covered in red, his blood and suddenly the sword was pushed even deeper into his body such that more of it stuck out of his chest. He felt a pain worse than anything else in his life, and he felt as if he was shattering into a million pieces as if he was being torn apart. He felt the pain so deep in himself it felt as if his soul was being torn into pieces. Vaguely, he heard Daisuke's shout before he blacked out. ~The end.~

It took a while after she managed to even breathe, “It's Kimberly; we tried everything we could, Gibson. The leukemias already contaminated her white blood cell for a long time and it had weakened her whole body to fight the cancer off. She's dead.” There was a moment of silence. His phone fell off his loosed grip as he stared into blank space; his fingers rushed to undo his first three buttons. He rubbed his hands on his face, feeling stressed; he looked like he was filled with devastation. His eyes welled up with tears. Two veins pulsed by the side of his head as he slammed his hands hard on his wheels. “Fuck!” The voice bounced back in the confinement of his car “Hello, Gibson, hello?”

She nodded her head. I made a small slash at my wrists and watched my blood begin to pool around the wound. Arisa reached for my wrist gingerly. She slowly brought it to her lips and began drinking. A shudder passed through me as she drank my blood. A second later she pulled away. Her eyes had tints of red in them, proof of the bonding process.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

he concludes with a small tear on his face looking at his face so sad that it breaks my soul to see him this way, I feel how everything moves so slowly but at the same time so fast that I don't realize what is happening or if I am just dreaming. The traitorous sword is thrust into his body, from his stomach to his sword completely staining his clothes with fresh blood and the sword draining. I can't believe it, my eyes open as if they want to come out of their sockets, tears flow one by one, the blood is so fresh that the smell of it permeates the air, time stands still in just that moment "Satoshi...", I get lost in Satoshi's cold eyes staring into my father's, my dear dad spitting his bloo

Is it the blood that's all over him or the content he just puked out of his mouth. Takeshi looks at his hands and clothes coated red with the blood of the boy. Some splashed upon his face as one of the drops rolls down right upon from his left eye. "Such a disgusting impure blood and oh here it is" Takeshi picks up the small mean that he just cut off. Nothing but the scream of the boy echoed around now soken by its own blood all over eyes closed shut. A smug form over his face how perfectly it has been cut by the teeth of its own turning his eyes at the boy.

It is so clear it's really a scenario. He is with a girl he can’t recognize, holding her hands. And while the two of them are walking on a beautiful road filled with autumn leaves, the smiles on their faces are never fading. They are dazzling in pure bliss. But then, that scenario changes. He’s now seeing himself alone on a road with traces of heavy rain. He looks devastated while crying on his knees. And what shocks and terrifies him extremely is the sight of blood scattered all over his hands. He steps back so panickedly he almost loses his balance, but his torment continues when he sees Serin faint on the bed. Her right shoulder is excessively bleeding.

Screaming, he was losing his sanity. The blood from Zadicus refused to stop, he found himself bathing in the blood of his best friend, terrorizing him limitlessly. Sobbing with tears rolling down in agony. Closing his eyes he whispered to himself desperately, “I want her.. So badly… I wanted to kill you… I need her but I couldn't kill you. I swear, I cannot.” He cried, ignoring the blood flowing his knuckles, breathing out after taking the sword lying on the ground. His mind was blank, hand convulsing with no magnitude, tears glistening on his eyes when he placed the sword near his body.