Waking Up With Black Tongue Novels & Stories

I cough and shove it away. Lily covers her mouth and smirks at me, resting her hands on her hips. I furiously wipe my mouth. My movements become sluggish, the world around me moving slowly. “This will fulfill your wish of finding a place to belong.” Her words echo in my mind, the world around me going black, whisking me away into a slumber I never wanted to slip into. I wake up to the sharp taste of wine on my tongue. My head throbs and my body feels like it is on fire. I shake my head and rub my temples, trying to wake myself up.

"Take it back." Sleep now, little wolf. The blackness swallows me whole. A hard splash of cold air hits my face. My eyes snap open. I try to draw a breath, but a thick, raspy growl rips from my throat instead. The sound is deep, vibrating through the trees. "What?" I try to ask. The word comes out wrong. It is warped, heavy with a double tone. I run my tongue over my front teeth. They are sharp, jagged needles that slice into my bottom lip. The taste of my own blood hits my tongue.

He glanced at him and saw him lying quietly closing his eyes. "You rest then." With that, he went to the sofa and laid down. That was a sleepless night for both of them. They had their separate reasons for sleeplessness. The next morning, Carl Black woke up early, and with the help of Mack Black, he went to the bathroom to freshen up. This made him exhausted. He lay on the bed, closing his eyes. After some time, the doctor came and asked him to do some small easy exercises. Then the doctor told Mack Black to give him some light food to eat. Mack Black dialed the landline number of the villa and asked the servant to prepare some food for Carl Black.

I focus my eyes on the front trying to dissipate the dark stain, blinking several times getting rid of it. -You finally wake up- William enters with a tray of water and some food. -How long have I slept?- he puts the tray carefully on my legs, I don't take long to take the glass of water to give it a sip. - Two days- I choke with the water and start coughing- And don't be scared but...your left eye is black- he holds a small mirror to me, my left eye which used to be blue is now black, I look at myself confused.

I wanted to tell them it wasn’t necessary and that I would’ve gone with them willingly, but my tongue felt swollen, and I couldn’t produce any saliva. I fell on my knee. The floor swayed dangerously underneath me. It rolled under my hands on the carpet. Finally, black spots invaded my sight, and blackness swallowed me whole.

I'm lifted from the chair and I let out a small groan. "Go back to sleep. I'm carrying you to my room," Moon says. My arms and legs are useless, so I do what he says. When I finally wake up, light hits my eyes and I struggle to climb out of bed before I puke. I run into Moon's bathroom and barely make it to the toilet. Chips and tequila are not a good combination when they come up. When I think everything is expelled from my stomach, I turn on the shower and strip off my bra and panties. Moon must have removed the rest of my clothes last night. My toothbrush is in the drawer beside Moon's, and I thoroughly brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth.

My head was pounding, and there was a very icky feeling in my belly. It was only after being totally conscious for about ten seconds I realized my mouth tasted like I had dined on cotton balls. I tried to lick my lips, but I had zero saliva. My tongue felt swollen and gross. I didn’t know if it was possible, but I tasted my tongue. It was not a good taste. “She’s alive!” Khloe shouted. I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. “Why are you yelling?” “I’m not yelling,” she said. “This is my normal voice.”

“Open your mouth and held out your tongue.” When she hangs out her tongue, it surprised me to see the color of it. It seems purple and had black dots around the corners of her tongue. It looks so weird and surprising. “I guess we need to go to the doctor to check on you.” “Is it serious?” Apollo asked. Looking worried. “Maybe. Look at her tongue.” When Apollo saw the color of her tongue, his eyes widen. “This can’t be.” He shakes his head. “Do you know what is happening to her, Apollo?”

Then washed my hair again and ran some conditioner through it. Then I brushed my teeth. I scrubbed my tongue so hard I gagged myself, but it was necessary. I doubled over and spat out a small rush of liquid, aiming it right into the shower drain. It was blackish green. Bile mixed with a little vampire blood I’d accidentally swallowed. At last, I could no longer taste the putrid, rotten flavor of it on my tongue. I added more toothpaste and scrubbed my teeth and gums once again for good measure, though.

My tongue hid behind my teeth like a useless decoration. I could only blink slowly. He used his hand to wipe the sweat my body constantly generated. My hair was sticking to my scalp like second skin. Everything was all shades of wrong for me. Soon, the blackness in my vision consumed me.