Wounded Waters Bleeding Novels & Stories

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

There's no way that one little stab would have been enough to cause much damage. His eyes were wide as he stared at me, fear taking over his face. "What did you do?" "I, I didn't do anything." I shook my head and looked down at the tiny blade still wrapped in my fingers. "What was on that blade!" Still shaking my head in confusion, I looked back up at Clyde as blue blood started pouring out of the small gash between his ribs, his skin wrinkling like a human's when they stay in the water too long. Color and life were quickly leaving his body in front of me.

“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.

Everything feels wrong. I grab a glass of water with shaking hands, desperate to cool the burning sensation spreading under my skin. I raise it to my lips— But I squeeze too hard and the glass shatters in my hand. Water splashes down my shirt. My palm bleeds for a split second before my eyes widen in horror as the wound seals up right in front of me as if the injury… it never happened I drop the shards onto the floor, my breath coming out in short gasps as my vision blurs.