Torn Novelas e Histórias

Jenna Confusion, fear, and sadness, I feel it all at once. Blood is dripping down on the ground and coloring Blaze’s skin red. The scene is making me nauseous. I hate blood, and yet, my hands move on their own. I remove my shirt and use the cloth to cover Blaze’s wound on his stomach until I notice it’s gone. What?! Dumbstruck, I stare at his stomach. Where there once was an open wound is now only blood. What the actual fuck? I frantically feel around his skin, convinced I might find his injury if I search hard enough.

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The flesh in the center of his head snapped off and went with the livid rage of the wolf. With unbelievable shock, Torelli touched his head where the tonsure had been made and smiled a second time as hot blue blood streamed down his face. The fight continued and this time around, Torelli was overturned. He was savagely dragged, his cloth ripped and torn apart but his strong palms restricted the assault from getting to his skin.

There was blood everywhere; Tora’s hands were crimson-soaked. Eros put his hands on his head, feeling a sharp pain split across the inside of his skull. “I don’t know… I know I had a big argument with Tora when I entered the room and saw them… together. Tora not only betrayed me… she also betrayed her entire race by getting close to the luna of the North.” “What happened then?” Thorn stepped forward, restraining his anger boiling inside, “After the argument?”

I heard his voice, until it got muffled by the sweeping sounds of the tornado, and I sensed something bad had happened. I couldn't run too far, cause it was extremely fast. I hid behind one of the trees in the woods, hoping it would just pass by without hurting me. The tornado bent and uprooted trees, as well as other items, swirling them in it's pool of darkness. I shut my eyes with my hands, expecting the worst.

She winked turning her head to the other direction while standing up but a pain shot through her body. “Damn, I feel like I have broken a bone.” She cursed, holding her shoulder. “And a dislocated shoulder.” She added. Gritting her teeth in ire by the unwanted pain she bore. Because she broke her leg while fighting the cyclops and competed with the pain throughout the war. Randall and Zen looked around at the sight of blood, where no enemy was surviving but their army, barely alive, was. “We.. did it.” Zen breathed out, not believing he survived the first war of his life with tears of joy brimming in them.

The impact vibrates Trent’s body like a tuning folk. “I don’t understand!” Trent says. Since we know the bundle that controls the right arm, we find its analogy on the left and tug. Trent shoves the lady back (“Sorry!”), giving him the space he needs to tear open the front door. On the sidewalk, he bounces off a random passerby before smacking into a parked car, which drives the wind out of his lungs. His leopard-print jacket is torn around the right pocket, his left shoe untied and threatening to flop off.

An icy force erupted between them causing a forceful separation that tore them asunder. The eruption was known not by anyone, even Clancy was sent pummeling on his buttocks by the force but watching Bella fly back in slow motion against a torn tree, he was scared and threw himself at her but he was too late. SLICE! The torn punctured her from the back and came out from her chest, Clancy stopped right beside her fallen body hung by the torn solloliquising.

Then, from the doorway someone barked, “Bloody hell, Satan, what happened to you?” Everything in me went cold. My head snapped up, and I stared at Torin. Jesus Christ, if this shit kept up, I was going to have to bubble-wrap him and stick him in a padded closet for his own damn protection. Blood streaked his shirt. Not sprayed…smeared: dark, half-dried, and dragged across the fabric like he’d used it for a rag. His knuckles were split: one deep. His jaw was tight, grinding and I didn’t even think, I came around the bar fast, boots cracking against the floor. At least he's walking this time, ran through my mind. That counted for something, I figured.

She walked away, leaving her trembling with rage and heartbreak. Tension clouded Nora's emotions as she felt rage and bitter pain. She tightened her teeth and bit her lips until they bled. Her blood-soaked body was shackled to a chair, her wrists and ankles fastened with harsh, cruel metal. She was in a dimly lit room with a strong smell of smoke and sweat. Her bloated, blotchy face glowed as perspiration and tears dripped from her eyes and forehead. She heaved, her teeth clattering in terror as her claws dug deep into her lap. She looked like hell, but her appearance was an understatement of what was going on in her mind. Her wolf roared in her thoughts, her chest was heavy with pain, and h