Wounded Waters Bleeding Novels & Stories

I looked at her legs, the blood was slowly gushing out increasing the pain that she had tried to conceal. “How do I help?” I asked mama taking the stance of a man. “Ikem, get water” she replied almost immediately. Ikem took the bucket and set off swiftly then she turned towards me “you will have to control the bleeding” I nodded my head, taking recognition of the task placed on me. “Find an onugbu leaf, cut as much as possible and find a cloth or wrapper.” I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama.

Trent carefully mixed the liquid, ensuring the blood dissolved completely and left no trace of what made this water so miraculous. They approached the most critically wounded warriors lying on makeshift cots. Trent remained at her side, his protective presence a steady anchor as they offered the prepared water to the dying men. "Drink this," Zora said gently to each warrior. "It will help with the pain." As the wounded warriors drank what they believed was simple water, miracles unfolded in secret. Wounds closed, breathing steadied, and the light of hope returned to fading eyes—all while the warriors remained unaware of the true source of their healing.

The pain was white-hot, nearly making me faint. A growing, heavy pain settled low in my abdomen, and warm liquid began to flow between my legs. Terror washed over me. I wanted to pull out my phone to call for help, but my pockets were empty. Clara had taken it from me when I wasn’t looking!

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

He smashed the mouth of the witch under his legs and he was just quick and fast enough to dodge another blade thrown by Aunty Sarah. He charged at her furiously, jumping in her before Aunty Sarah could finish calling out her intended spells. Xavier was pretty much focused on Aunty Sarah that he did not notice another witch stab him with another silver blade. He let out a loud groan and moved backwards. His skin was sizzling and he could feel himself grow slightly weaker, the silver blades in his body was doing him a lot of ham, and just more harm would be caused if he failed to remove the blades, Stephen moved quickly to Xavier and switched into a human for a short while, he removed the two

he smiled. I sighed and threw my head down. "Please" I whispered in defeat. "Leave" I said I closed my eyes when I heard the door open and close again. I fell onto my bed and allowed my tears to fall out. *** The doctor came into to check my wounds and said that my wound will heal soon, but what about the wounds in my heart?...who will heal them?. My family was crying when they saw me in the hospital bed again. I was now ready to go home. I could walk a bit as luckily the cut wasn't that deep. I just limp a little but I could walk thank god.

Hopefully the damage would give me enough time to heal myself. Using my water tentacle, I covered the wound on my side, trying to suppress the rapid blood flow. My other arm still stung from the shard cut, but it didn't hurt as much as my stomach. Hurling Adrian in the air had really opened up the wound and intensified the pain. I focused on the water, trying to speed up the healing process and coerced my brain to come up with a plan.

As the water level quickly rose, I forced myself to stand up through the pain. My right leg was numb. A large gash had opened up on my left arm. Blood gushed out profusely but was quickly diluted by the rainwater above. It then trickled down and disappeared into the water. I leaned against the drain walls, watching sullenly as the water continued rising. The bells of death tolled faintly in my ears.

Blood poured. YOU LOOKED. Why did you look?! Damon's body jerked. A moan escaped even though he was unconscious. "Fuck," Kade breathed. "It's okay. This is normal." I pressed my hands to the wound. Applied pressure. Blood soaked through my fingers immediately. "I need cloth. Clean cloth. And water. Boiled if possible." Kade ran to a cabinet. Came back with an armful of expensive-looking shirts. "These work?" "They're perfect. Rip them into strips."

Instead of the ice hitting Jim's chest, the spike only hit his shoulder but enough to make him scream in agony. Red crimson fluid immediately streamed out from Jim's impaled wound and fell like cherry red raindrops to the clear crystal floor, staining such vivid glass. Jim then stepped backward to remove his shoulder from the ice spike and he stood up grunting in pain. Blood is still flowing from the wound to his arm and continuously drop to the icy floor creating a mini pool of roses. While Mayari stared at him with unseen lament and irritation for not being able to kill him. His bloody scream didn't satisfy her one bit.