Stretched Ear Bleeding Novels & Stories

I realized stretching the arm didn't cause me any pain like I thought it would. At the same time, we both looked at it and it was completely healed. The tear had knitted itself and the blood had stopped pouring all the while I was panicking and feeling light-headed. Professor Evan looked me in the eye, the amazement was evident on his strikingly handsome face. He tried to touch it, gently stretching his finger forward but I drew back, not sure how that would look if anyone walked in. A knock interrupted the moment, and he cleared his throat. “Come in," he said, as he shifted a few feet away from me.

It was more enjoyable than anything I had ever felt before. Sterly's teeth slowly moved out of my gland, and I let out a deep moan. I'd been suppressing it for too long. My body fell weakly in bed. "We are done." I heard Sterly's magnetic voice say, and I nodded in a stupor. He pressed something against my gland, and I winced. "Sorry. You are bleeding." He explained. I already knew that. The skin had been torn through, and it was only natural for it to bleed.

My ears starts to bleed,I thought I was a cut but then I realized I used to have an ear problem when I was kid. I look up and before I could say or do anything he backhanded me making my face hit the floor and my lips split opened. He grabbed my head hit it against the wall repeated until blood was oozing out of my head like water. Everything became blurry,I lay on the floor ready to surrender to death,but Dante wasn't done with me, he stomp on my stomach repeatedly,and then stomp on my hand until I heard a crack in my hand. I begun to white spots in my vision and I last thing I heard was the screams of Isabella;

The sudden ear piercing sound flinched me to which I instantly jumped back covering my ears not knowing what just happened. As I slightly lifted my head up, I saw nothing, but him seethe in anger as he had his clenching fist banged on his glass table smashing the surface glass into a number of pieces around him... He stood up from the chair pushing it back whilst he was giving his best look of death at me. A deep pang of worry which had hidden somewhere inside my broken heart crept into me when the stream of blood started running down the knuckles of his right arm. My eyes went wide in disbelief.... I could not resist myself from jerking my body front seeing him bleeding....

I lift my hands to his face, my thumbs brushing along the hard edges of his jaw as I tilt his head to get a good look at him. My stomach twists. His left eye is swollen shut, the skin around it a deep, angry red that promises to turn purple by tomorrow. His nose doesn't look broken but a thin trail of fresh blood trickles from his nostril. His bottom lip is split, the raw skin glistening, and there's a slash across his cheekbone.

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.

I stood until my legs ached and the chill of the air seeped into my bones. If my mom had sacrificed everything for me, then whatever she had left behind mattered. They were clues to what I needed to know. We drove home quietly. My nose started bleeding as we approached the house. Warm. Sudden. I pressed my fingers to it, watching red stain my skin. Elena pulled out some tissues. My head spinned and throbbed with pain. Why does this keep happening? Pablo pulled out his phone to call the doctor. I held his hands. “Don't bother.”

Feet shoulder-width apart, sword held ready, weight balanced so I could move quickly in any direction. The nightwalker laughed, a horrible rasping sound. It started to move towards me, and I prepared to meet its charge. Then I felt a sharp pain in my ear. It was sudden and piercing, like a needle had been jabbed into my skin. I gasped, my hand instinctively going to my ear. When I pulled my fingers away, they came back wet. Not with blood—with something else. Liquid. There was liquid dripping from whatever had pierced my ear. My vision started to blur almost immediately. The world tilted sideways, and I stumbled.

Its stomach was slightly bulged. Uno’s eyes, nose, and mouth bled and the room started to reek of blood.