Why Does Dabi Cry Blood Novels & Stories

Very quickly, color returned to Dax's face. Seeing that, Nancy became ecstatic. She gripped Debra's hands tightly and asked, "Debra, what blood is that? Where did you get it from?" Chester, Yvette, and the others had failed to drive out the power that was wrecking Dax's body. Even Darryl could not do anything, so it was nothing short of a miracle that Debra managed to get her hand on that blood. Debra forced a smile. "That is Skylar's blood. His cultivation method is a little unique, and only his blood can save Dax."

At the same time, he was using his hands to support his falling body. Diablo was so arrogant just now. However, in just a blink of an eye, he was already kneeling on the ground in pain. Blood mixed with his own internal organs was flowing out of his mouth. The ground was dyed red in a moment. Such a shocking scene made everyone on the top of the Divine Snow Mountain drop their jaws in horror.

(Author’s POV) Daimon was sitting on his throne of obsidian. He was slowly regaining his strength after the brutal encounter with his mother, his body still healing from the divine wounds she inflicted. Suddenly, his chest heaved violently. A burning pain erupted in his core, and his eyes widened in shock. He lurched forward, coughing uncontrollably. Thick, black blood spilled from his mouth, staining the stone floor beneath him. “What… is happening?” Daimon growled, clutching his chest. His claws dug into his skin as more black blood gushed out, each drop sizzling as it hit the ground.

His hair was a mess, and his jawline smudged with either dirt or dried blood, but none of that mattered. He was here. “Dain—” I croaked, swallowing back the taste of my own blood, but his eyes weren’t on me. If I hadn’t turned back to Nadia, I never would’ve seen her reaction. There were tears—actual tears, streaming down her face. They pooled in the divots just below her eyes, spilling over as they rolled down her cheekbones and splattered around her feet. Her ruby-red lips were trembling, parted as her breaths escaped in heavy pants.

Meanwhile, Daciana gathered all her strength just to set up right. She's never felt so weak in all her life—her throat hurts, her eyes are fucking heavy and her wolf is in pain. “What …” her voice trailed off as a sudden rush of blood came pouring out of her mouth. The maid who's returned with the shaman rushed into the room. “Luna!” Daciana poured out the darkest red blood excessively from her mouth, her skin looked paler than ever and her pulse was getting slowed down. The shaman was scared and confused—he's never seen a condition like this before.

His heart landed at Babi's feet, beating twice before ceasing. Aiden's mouth gaped, the last shreds of life departing, his muscles still moving as the blood flow died away and his spirit was freed. A dark shadow rose from the open torso, hissing like an enraged cat before floating down, vanishing into the tarmac. Babi stared in abject horror. Blood shimmering on his face as droplets flew like red rain, smattering him from head to foot. He flicked his tongue, dragging the reachable rubies from his lips. The precious fluid ran down his throat, leaving a coppery tang, pure and refreshing. But the waste...already it was useless, not hand could cup it from the dusty earth and even if he could, he

Because Dabria was sure that either Evangeline was going to break the door or she was going to bring the whole palace down. Dabria opened the door. She was about to greet her parents. But Evangeline pushed Dabria aside. Dabria's forehead collided with the corner of the wall. She whimpered in pain while holding her forehead. As Dabria was a vampire-human hybrid, she could bleed. Zeus' eyes glowed golden in rage as the sweet scent of Dabria's fresh blood made its way to Zeus' nostrils. He was done slipping into his pants. But he was still half naked. But at that moment, he just didn't care at all. He stepped out of the closet and went straight towards Dabria. Her face was buried in the corner

She is looking at me, and her grip on the notebook has loosened, and something in her face has opened the way a door opens when someone inside finally turns the lock. Don Tobia rises from his chair. The movement is slow, deliberate, the movement of a heavy man in a linen suit who has spent three decades believing that his body in motion is enough to end any argument. "You swore an oath at your brother's grave." He says it in Calabrian now, the dialect of the village where he was born, the dialect he uses when he wants to remind me whose blood runs in my veins. "You swore it on the family's name. You swore it in front of the priest. You swore it with your hand on the stone."

But before I do so, I sink my head into his chest, just needing this moment with him. Darius doesn't say anything, rather continues to rock me back and forth. After a few moments, I manage to calm down. "Wh-what's going on? I thought you died.." I say, confused. Darius looks at me just as confused. "No. I didn't die. I only broke a couple of ribs. But that's already healed. Remember, you gave me your blood, and my ribs healed right away. What would make you think I died?" He asks, equally confused.

It sizzled, rejecting the offering like spit on a hot spider. "Damn it!" Vida screamed, sweeping a stack of crystals off the table. They shattered on the floor. "It won't take the blood! It's locked!" "Then unlock it," Daxon growled from the fireplace. He was leaning against the mantle, nursing a tumbler of bourbon that he was refilling for the third time in an hour. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing the angry red scar of the blood rune on his chest. He looked like a man holding onto sanity by his fingernails.