Wounded Waters Bleeding Novels & Stories

She can still hear her heart beating loudly. Mizu's left arm was already numbed because of the excessive gushing of blood out of her new wound. It was a deep, long slice on her skin with a length of 3 inches that kept the blood from dripping all over her arms. Not minding the wound, she stayed focused on the fight on hand. Like they say in this 'Survival Game' they called, "hesitation and losing your guard will lead you to death." It was either to crush or be crushed!

He was heavy, but the adrenaline in my system made it possible to drag him a few feet away from the main fight. I looked down at the wound in his chest. The bleeding was intense, and every time his heart gave a weak thump, more black blood spilled out. I pressed my hands against the hole, trying to stem the flow, but it was like trying to stop a river. In seconds, my entire hand was covered in the thick, dark liquid. “Stay with me, Cade,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Don’t you dare leave me.” “Your efforts are useless, girl.”

Blood drips from his wound, each drop splattering onto the floor, marking our fight against the night’s chaos. I lean down, my stomach churning, and gently pry Armando’s hand away from his injury. He winces, a sharp intake of breath escaping him, but he nods, conceding to my urgency. My gaze narrows on the torn stitches—evidence of a battle fought too close. “You’ll be alright,” I whisper, attempting to inject confidence into my trembling voice. “Just a few stitches tore.” But my eyes flick back to the lifeless figure before us, a cascade of dread washing over me.

Sweat drips down my forehead as I press against the cold brick, heart pounding. Footsteps approached, signaling my pursuers drawing near. I held my breath, staying hidden, knowing any mistake could be disastrous. Pressing my hands to my side, I felt something sticky - blood. Not from earlier, but fresh. One of the men had thrown a knife, grazing me in the chaos. The pain demanded attention. I needed water to heal. As a healer, water was essential for recovery. Without it, healing slowed. I looked around for an escape, my fingers twisting my ring nervously.

In the quiet mountains, everything around the entire pond had lost its color. Tick. A wisp of red blood fell into the pond along the girl's arm. When she took off her red armor, a shocking wound on the girl's back could be seen clearly, and it was bone deep. The flesh was turned outwards. The wound looked shocking. The blood was like a spring, flowing from the wound. Instantly the blood stained half an arm. What was even stranger was that on the wound, a cloud of green and faint mist was curling upwards, which was extremely corrosive. It almost completely dyed the girl's entire smooth and white back into green.

I cried out, terrified and in pain. She half shifted, something people generally avoided doing, pinning me down on the ground. “I'll kill you before you hurt my niece!” She snarled quietly at me. I could feel blood begin to trickle down my body as I heard the sound of a weapon being drawn. Instantly I felt a searing, burning pain on my chest right where my heart was. Whatever it was, surely a dagger based on the size, it was laced with wolfsbane. Wolfsbane was one of our biggest weaknesses. Wolfsbane was also something that could hinder healing. I screamed out in intense pain at the searing sensation, tears streaming down my face, blood down my body.

His expression hadn't cracked once, but the tendons in his neck were taut as wire. Nova was still. Too still. Aeron's voice cut through the tense silence. "Lower her back in." Fin didn't wait. He was already lifting her. Her body was hot now, burning with the effort of surviving what no one should've been able to survive. Her pulse fluttered fast beneath his fingertips. He stepped into the spring, gently lowering her back into the glowing water. A shudder passed through her. Blood came out of the wound. It was black for a few seconds before turning dark red. It spiraled around her side and bloomed beneath her ribs.

Maybe I’ll stop feeling him every time I close my eyes. The water scalds the raw patches and I welcome the burn. Pain means it’s working. Pain means James is dissolving, washing away in red rivers at my feet. Pain means I’m getting clean. I dig harder at the tender skin between my legs, nails scraping until fresh blood blooms and the sting makes my knees buckle. I stay there, crouched under the spray, crying silently while the water hammers the open wounds. It hurts so much I can barely breathe, but I don’t stop.

Bleeding Out Hunter pov The adrenaline that had carried me through the fight began to ebb, and with it came the full realization of just how much blood I was losing. What had started as a manageable wound was now a steady stream of crimson that soaked through my shirt and dripped steadily onto the asphalt beneath my feet. "James," I said, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "I don't think—" My legs gave out without warning, sending me crashing to my knees beside my SUV. The world tilted sideways, colors bleeding together as my vision blurred at the edges. I pressed both hands against my shoulder, trying to stem the flow, but the blood kept coming, warm and thick between my fingers

I gripped my hands to hard they hurt, my nails digging into my skin, I could smell the blood in the air, and from the way Alex furrowed his brows he probably could as well. He held my hand softly slowly unfurling it, his eyes filled with confusion, “You’re hurt? How” I gave no answer, my smile never left my face, this wasn’t a dream… I’m not alone. he came back. He gently washed away the blood in the stream watching it as it quickly healed itself.