Stretched Ear Bleeding Novels & Stories

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."

They pull. Montague and Jameson take the strain, holding me solid while Pearson and Henderson literally pull my leg straight. The bone slides back under the skin and I feel the most goddess-awful grinding. Edwardo pushes firmly on my thigh and I feel, sickeningly, the exact moment the bone ends reconnect. He looks up and smiles. “Good.” “The doctor is on his way,” he says, glancing toward the doors, “but before he gets here we need to tie off this bleeding. I’m concerned it may be your femoral artery.”

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.

And since there was no one here to do that for Samantha, I guessed that the responsibility fell to me. “Your ears hurt because the new ones are starting to develop. When the process is almost done, they’ll start bleeding. Essentially, your eardrums will burst - to put it mildly. But it’ll be to make space for your new ones, which will be ready by then. As long as no one smacks you against the head while you’re shifting, nothing can go wrong in that department.”

Even if they didn’t want to help them, I hoped that my scream was enough to haunt them and get them to run toward me and get me out of there. “Please! Somebody.” Sweat started to pull out of my pores all of a sudden, and I slowly raised my hand towards my ears that trickled. I brought my hand back from my ear and gasped when I saw what it was. Blood. I was bleeding from my ears, and this was it. Before I could make another call for help, I started to cough without end. I tasted the iron that poured out of my throat and into my mouth which I spat on the floor as I started to bleed internally.

“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.

"And honestly, I'm not ready to get involved with anyone anyway. I was just saying that for fun." He rolled his eyes at my response, clinking our glasses together in a half-hearted cheer. Leading me back to the dance floor, he pulled me into his arms, and we danced, the music drowning out our worries for a fleeting moment. Suddenly, a sharp screech pierced through the air, causing everyone to wince in discomfort. Zaylen instinctively clutched his ears, a pained expression crossing his face. "My eardrums almost burst—" I began, but then I noticed something alarming. "Oh my God, Zaylen, what happened?" I gasped, seeing blood trickling from his ear.

he warned me. *Patricia's POV* "How is she?" I heard a familiar voice, so I pretended I was still asleep. "She is fine," I think that was the doctor, "there's no head injury, so I think it is the pressure of the impact that caused her nose to bleed." "Thank you," he sounded relieved. Relieved? Stuart Cordoval was worried about me? That is something new. "Can I take her home?" I heard him ask. "Yes, as soon as she wakes up."

"That should hold. Let me check your ears." I sat stiffly as he tilted my head, shining a small light into each ear. "Your eardrums took some damage from the explosion," he said, his tone grave. "But it's not permanent. The ringing should completely fade in a day or two." "Fucking great," I said flatly, my attention already drifting back to the scene around me. The guards were moving with precision, securing every corner of the house. Dad had joined Mom, his expression unreadable as he took the phone from her and started speaking in a low, commanding tone.

I guess that's where the tentacles come out. "You are so ugly," I creased my nose, "and stinky." Its roaring laugh vibrates through my ears and almost breaks my eardrums. The three unconscious people on top of the rock bleed their ears. I touched my ears and also found blood in them. The beast continued laughing. I endured the pain in my ears and swam near them. I pulled them back to the water again. I also dipped myself into the water and its coolness relaxed the unbearable pain in my ears.