Why Does Dabi Cry Blood Novels & Stories

She started pushing him with her fists but he grabbed them and rested them above her head. He moved towards her collar bone as he extricated his canines from her skin . He started biting there but not with his canines. After sucking and licking at the same spot for few seconds and after quenching his thirst he looked up at her. She was crying as her face was pale after losing her precious blood . She didn't had energy to push him away so she just stared at him who was staring at her with intense emotions then darkness surrounded her and she fainted.

and my jaw clenches. “Kael?” He looks up at me through watery eyes, bottom lips jutted out in a pout. I wipe the tears on his cheeks with my thumbs. “Can you remember what happened?” His lips wobble and he shakes his head. “No, mama.” A shaky breath leaves my lips, and I recall the conversation I heard between Alpha David and Felix. They mentioned a rebellion in Ashbane Pack and something concerning a child of prophecy. His temperature gently drops to normal, and I hold him close to my chest. I have a bad feeling, and it has to do with the color of our hair.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Dagon's Crib The man cut open a rabbit and let its blood drip into a bowl. He didn't stop until the rabbit's body was devoid of any blood. Then he dropped it aside and slit his palm open. His own blood dropped into the bowl and he mixed it together with a hunch of leaves. The door was suddenly kicked open and a group walked in, Drexa leading them. Before Dagon could cast a spell to hide him, some of Drexa's vampires held him down and dealt some blows to him.

"Dad!!" My gaze turned to Dabria as she cried silently not making a sound. Only dad and mom came out of her mouth. She looked at her pack members as my people sucked away their blood. She looked at her dad who's whole body was covered in blood. Blood of his and others. She looked at her mother who is giving other women courage. Courage to go through it. I switched off the tv when I thought it was enough for now. "Please don't do anything to them. I'll do anything. Please don't hurt them."

I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama. My brother had brought the water, I knelt before mama, listening aptly to her instructions. I did all she had told me, taking precarious steps not to forget any procedures. My brother would watch attentively as an amateur doctor does in a practical examination. The bleeding stopped – I yelled in utmost confusion. “Mama, the bleeding stopped!” I yelled almost losing my voice. “I knew you could do it” she replied in a weak tone. “Is mama going to be alright?” my brother asked with darting eyes.

“I SWEAR YOU TWO.” Elijah let me go from his grip. But that didn’t stop him from landing a blow on my pretty face. The crack was sickening, a wet snap of cartilage. My head snapped back, a spray of dark blood arching through the air to spatter against the cream-colored wall. I wiped my jaw with the back of my hand, looking at the crimson smear. “Feel better Big brother?” I laughed. A low, guttural sound that bubbled up through the blood on my mouth.

Before Lucy’s fingers could even touch the papers, Augustine snatched them. The parchment crinkled in his fist, the edges nearly tearing from the force of his grip. He thought he had already received the worst news possible, but as his eyes fell on the first conclusion, a wave of ice water crashed over him. “Subject's bloodline is critically damaged. He is sterile.” Augustine stared at the word, the color draining from his face as a roaring filled his ears. His hands trembled as he flipped to the second page.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.