Wounded Waters Bleeding Novels & Stories

Ava's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Yes, baby?" "You're bleeding on the boat..." I looked down. A dark puddle had formed between my feet, blood dripping steadily from my side. The sight shocked me - I knew I was injured, but this was too much blood. I should have healed by now—wolf healing was fast, especially for serious injuries. Why wasn't I healing? Suddenly my head felt too heavy to hold up. The world swam before my eyes. The machete—had it been coated with something? Something to stop wolves from healing?

The shrub gave way to reveal a stream with clear water that flowed over glistening stones. “Fuck, yes," I growled as I rushed into the stream. Water splashed around, the sound of my chuckle tearing through the quiet forest. As I slowly descended toward the center, I gently pulled off the ragged cloak, careful not to drag it along my still healing wound. The water was cold and shocking but it did its job. Within seconds, the water flowing from where I stood swirled with crimson. Grime and pieces of flesh were carried away by the water as I scrubbed.

I stood quickly and ran in the direction of the sound. As I am getting nearer towards the sound cold breeze of wind in water wappers slapped my face confirming I am on the right path. I shivered but it's nothing since my throat was dry as a desert for water. I cried literally after looking scenery before me. It's a breathtakingly beautiful, marvelling waterfall created by nature. With trembling hands, I dug my jointed hands' palms to carry water in them. in the process, there I noticed blood on my hand from which I had stabbed him " I am sorry " I mumbled while rubbing my hands to clean blood from it.

“I just need a few space to discern out my emotions.” He nodded, though his eyes were packed with unhappiness. “I understand. Just understand that I’ll be here when you’re equipped to talk.” I felt tears stinging my eyes as I turned away. I didn’t want it to cease this way, but I knew I needed to defend myself. The pain become too clean, and the agree with was too damaged. As I looked at Ryan, I saw his challenge reflected in his eyes. “You’ll be okay, right?” he asked gently.

It’s burning me! Dropping myself weakly, I laid back down as the pain from the wound slowly decelerates. But fear and horror suddenly covered me. Blood tainted like the cursed black waters of Amaputra spurted out of the cut. And it was not only me who was stunned shocked and alarmed.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly sliced the blade across her skin, wincing at the pain but determined to carry on. The wound started to bleed profusely. The blood flowed out of the cut and dripped down her thigh, staining her dress and pooling on the floor. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, and Aurora felt lightheaded from the loss of blood. She tried to stifle a gasp of pain and clutched her thigh with her free hand to slow the bleeding.

Few second later the wound on the shoulder starts to heal slowly and the meat appears to close the wound . For the second process , she pour a drop of space well water and starts to cut the meat and slowly taking out the bullet near the heart . Once the bullet comes out , she pour two drops of space well water in the wound and the injured nerves starts to heal slowly . For the wound on the chest , she only sprinkles few drops of space water well on the wound to make sure the wounds didn't heal to fast .

He’s looking pale and his lips are starting to turn blue! “Oh, goodness…you look like sh*t,” I blurted in fear, my jaws almost dropping as I see how bad he’s getting. “Here! I-I think it’s the water from the stalactites above. The water dripped on my arm and it healed the part where it landed!” “Are you sure about that?!” He asked, stunned by what I told and we both placed the wounded parts of our bodies in the water. His first attempt made him almost howl in pain because every drop feels like acid on the skin. However, it doesn’t leave any burnt marks. Instead, it heals the wounds, making the poison evaporate in the air like thin, black smoke.

Noah was lying in the bathtub, his head resting weakly against the edge, eyes half-closed. The water was a deep, horrifying red, thick with his blood. It looked like he’d been bleeding for a while. “Noah…” I whispered, my voice barely coming out. He didn’t respond at first. Then another weak groan escaped him as his head lolled slightly to the side. I rushed forward, my legs almost buckling beneath me as I dropped to my knees beside the tub. The water was so red it made my stomach turn. My hands shook as I reached for him, pressing against his naked chest, searching desperately for the source of the bleeding.

*River* Pain lances through my arm, a sharp reminder of just how close I came to losing everything. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to focus on Dust, her face a swirl of worry and determination, but the throbbing in my shoulder draws my attention away. The blood seeps through my shirt, a crimson blossom that stains the fabric and sends a chill racing down my spine. This isn’t just a cut..: it’s something worse, but I can't let her know.