Stretched Ear Bleeding Novels & Stories

However, he was too slow. As he moved to counter, a jolt ran through the dominant strength shield enveloping him. A searing pain tore through his left ear, followed by the whizzing sound of something slicing the air. Even a powerhouse like him only caught a blur, a seemingly trivial pebble that had flown from afar, effortlessly piercing his dominant strength shield and shredding his left ear to pieces. Blood and flesh scattered. His already grotesque face contorted in horror as blood gushed down his neck, soaking his collar in a chilling crimson tide.

Her limbs feel like they’re being twisted and yanked from her body. And her ears! Gosh! Her ears! Blood trickles down her neck as the tips of her ears split and stretch. Inexplicable pain detonates at the side of her head. Everything hurts. Everything. It hurts to be alive. All she can feel now is inexplicable misery. Draven watches the scene before him unravel, the darkness of her hair bleeds from the roots, leaving in its place a completely different shade, the tips of her ears tear and start to lengthen, blood dripping from the ripped edges and dampening her skin.

she said before storming away with her ear still dripping with blood. More furious at why it wasn't healing fast, she arrived back at the mansion crying for help and holding her ear. Quickly gaining attention as she headed towards where she had the conversation with Larsen, some guards and Magnus quickly rushed to her side, " Are you okay?", Magnus asked worriedly, " Do I look okay?", she yelled furiously, " help me, my ear is still bleeding". Larsen glared at her and held up his palm as he stepped closer to her, causing everyone else to step away. Maintaining a distance between himself and Ember.

With Maddie's help, she struggled to stand upright. The sight of her punched me in the gut. My stomach lurched at the sight of the blood trickling down the side of her head and out of her ears. She also had a nose bleed and tears filled her eyes that she tried to blink away as she stared back at me, her gaze, unflinching.

He is a little shaky and his breathing is a little off. "Okay, it's a little deep, so it's going to need some stiches. Nothing major, we can even use skin glue, so you don't have to shave your head. It's mostly on the side of your face anyways. Also, it needs to be cleaned out so there is no infection. Do you not wear helmets?" I ask.

“Callie, talk to me. Where does it hurt?” I opened my mouth to answer, but then I felt it… a warmth trickling down my upper lip. My hand instinctively flew to my nose, and when I pulled it away, I stared in horror at the streak of blood staining my fingers. “Seb… I’m bleeding,” I croaked, my voice trembling. His eyes widened as he grabbed a tissue from the nearby table, pressing it gently against my nose. “Stay still,” he whispered. “Don’t tilt your head back. Just keep the pressure here.”

A stretcher appeared, and two nurses moved to assist. “What happened?” one of them asked. “Unexplained bleeding after medication,” I said. “Nasal and oral.” Myra clutched at me again, refusing to let go even when the nurse tried to guide her hand away. I walked beside the stretcher as they pushed her inside. My heart kept pace with every turn of the wheels. Inside the trauma room, the nurses worked quickly. They inserted a line, checked her pressure, measured the blood loss, and cleaned her nose.

Blood. "Blake, stop. You are hurting yourself." Nero's quiet words pierced the haze that clouded my senses as I realized I was bleeding heavily from my nose and out my ears like waterfalls. My eyes widened, my heart dropping. "Blake, stop!! I am begging you!!" He sounded almost hysterical now, desperation clawing at his throat with the force of a viper. "You are only going to hurt yourself further."

It was enough to cause me to panic. "Vincent... your ears are..." He frowned, reaching up to touch his right ear. "Your ears are bleeding," I rasped, glancing around just in case there was some tissues lying around. Thankfully, I found one. I hurried towards it and grabbed it. Then, I rushed back to him. He appeared dizzy. Grabbing his hand, I made him sit on a chair. He closed his eyes when I started to wipe off the blood. "Don't overreact, Rylee. It's probably nothing," Vincent said and I straightened, my eyes narrowed.

“Are you okay?” Something about blue eyes made my breathing hitch. I chewed the inside of my cheek, and belatedly realised they were waiting for an answer. I shrugged off their concern. Dragging myself into a sitting position against the lumpy pillows, I waved away their flapping hands. “I’m fine,” I lied. I ignored the dull ache in my head, the strange, distant quality of my hearing in my right ear, and the scratchy bandages around my neck. I flexed my arms, remembering slowly that my foreleg and shoulder had been torn. But my arms didn’t hurt, and a quick glance revealed only a faint pink mark marring the deep brown skin of my bare shoulder and bicep.