Sasuke Crying Blood Novels & Stories

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Uncle Drake slashed at her from the shoulder directly to her stomach. Her body was split in half. Shura Spiderwoman cried in pain, but she wasn’t dead yet. “You wanted to see Aoda Sasaki, didn’t you? As you wish!” She let out a shockingly deafening roar with a ferocious expression on her face. Boom— From the depths of the shrine, a ray of sword light took to the sky!

I knew the predator instinct would take over if I ever lost myself for a second. We entered the room and shut the door, but I slipped from Cammie's hands and landed on my knees. I held my breath and the world began to spin. I wasn't just hungry, I was starving, every part of my body was running frighteningly cold, and the urge to warm myself with blood was too overwhelming. "Vivienne!" They both screamed at exactly the same time. "Don't touch me," I spoke, holding myself up on the floor. "But you're not looking good!" Alyssa said, kneeling closer to me though she was also hesitant to make any move. The temptation of blood fever had come so unexpectedly that I felt like crying.

Yeah, my life is definitely not going to be normal. I don’t know how to react to what he is telling me. A part of me wants to rip his head off and a part of me wants to cry. But I can’t cry, I can’t feel that emotion for some reason. So I’m leaning more to, that I will like to rip his head off. I can picture it perfectly. I love the idea of it. I can’t help but smile whilst I think about grabbing a surgical knife, gripping his head and slicing his neck bit by bit. The blood, lots of blood.

The others received instructions to leave the room, and soon she was hugged by Frank on the bed, his tall figure enveloping her small soul, the man's breath hot and passionate. Right after that, a hand slipped inside her clothes, she reached out to stop her but couldn't, in her mind the image of Iris every beautiful gesture appeared in her mind. If she had succeeded just now, she might have been able to make love to Iris, perhaps she wouldn't have felt regret like now. - Honey, show me a little bit of your remaining value. The room closed the sound. Iris looks for a glass to drink. He sat in front of the glass, looking very lonely, in the space only the sound of his breathing and the sound o

Just before she stepped on the lift leaving them shock, Alessia didn’t let herself pretend anymore and just leaned on the wall while staring blankly at the ceiling, eyes were filling with tears and heart were overwhelming with sadness, anger and disappointment. She just lost her boyfriend and friend at the same time with one fucking reason. She can’t just tell herself that it’s okay, because it’s clearly not! “Why do the world is so fucking cruel to me...” Alessia cried and sobbed as she let herself sink on the floor, hugging her knees and letting all her tears fall.

She knocks into him, and they both go crashing down. My eyes start to flutter shut again, and between blinking them open and closed, I see Lucas twist Suzanna’s neck around. Her body goes limp and he tosses her aside. My head droops forward, and my vision fades. The distinct sound of bones breaking echoes through the pool, and the male vampire screams and cries in pain. I try to lift my head up again, forcing my eyes open. Lucas is covered in blood—not his own, of course—and a pile of ashy goo surrounds his feet. Suzanna’s hands are on her head, trying to spin her neck back into place so it can heal.

Blood drips from my chin, my palms, my ribs. The fifth step glows sickly green. I snarl and slam my torn hand down on it, shoving raw blood and fury into the crack—the stone screeches—a sound like a throat-ripping apart under too much strain. The runes burst. The teeth crack, spitting bone shards across the walls. The entire stairwell heaves—convulsing like a dying animal trying to puke up its own heart. Kael grabs my arm and yanks me upright with bruising force—no comfort, no apology.

she sighed and felt confused. “Maybe it was triggered by something else. Your emotions for example, can be in two ways. One, you get angry and you feel heat inside of you. Two, you think of the people that have hurt you and instead of getting angry, you cry instead. Your tears are also emotions that converted to heat after it touched Cassian. He said he was burning inside of him. That can only explain that.” “Oh no,” Julianne covered her mouth with her palms. “I-is he fine?”

Then he spoke again. “Please,” he said, voice breaking, hands shaking where they rested on my arms. “Can I have a taste of your blood.” I froze. “What the fuck,” I whispered before I could stop myself. He was trembling now. Actually trembling. Like his body was at war with itself. His eyes were dark, desperate, not arrogant or royal or controlled. Just starving. And then the most unimaginable thing on earth happened. I saw tears. Actual tears slid down his face. I stared at him like my brain had left the chat.