Wounded Waters Bleeding Novels & Stories

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.

Blood poured from my shoulder, soaking my torn clothes and dripping onto the ground. I pressed a trembling hand to the wound, gasping for air as tears streamed down my face. The pain was overwhelming, each pulse of agony sending shockwaves through my body. But there was no time to recover. Another rogue lunged at me, its growl vibrating through my chest. I raised my arms instinctively, shielding my face. “Stop!” I screamed, my voice breaking as my legs gave out beneath me. The world blurred as I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the end. My shoulder throbbed, the blood loss making me lightheaded, and I knew I couldn’t survive another attack.

I took the pieces of my dress and placed them on the bleeding surface, but it was useless. Restlessly, I got up and looked around the wood. I remembered how Granny had told me about a particular type of leaf in the woods that helped sustain an injured person. According to her, if the leaves are squeezed, and the substance from it is applied to the surface of a bleeding wound, the bleeding would stop and sustain the person until medical help is given.

Seeing my cousin lying bleeding on the floor knowing he had got hurt, coming to help us, and ultimately being there saving my mate was crushing my heart. The guilt and love for him right now was overwhelming. Hearing the officers from the Werewolf Council saying he had three or four large lacerations to his side which were still bleeding heavily terrified me. We deal with injuries frequently with being warriors, so we know first aid, we know about wounds and how serious they can be. This wasn't sounding good.

The bleeding had stopped, but the wound still looked gruesome. Not letting my wounds make me in a bad mood, I simply took another handful of water and let it run down my stomach. The blood was washed away, turning the water red with it. I looked at the burn on my arm and saw that most of the blisters and scabs were gone, and the skin was a deep pink all around it. It didn't hurt very much which was good, but I let a handful of water run over it just to be safe.

The underwater tunnel was a nightmare of darkness and confining pressure. Cold Mediterranean water seeped through cracks in the ancient stonework, dripping down the walls as Alex, Sonia, Geneva, and the wounded James made their desperate escape from the boathouse. Behind them, the muffled sound of gunfire continued—each shot a reminder of Carlos's last stand, his final act of paternal sacrifice. Alex's throat tightened with each step, his father's words echoing in his mind: "It's atonement."

Finally, I can see him, but seeing him doesn’t lessen the terror that is gripping me. He is lying facedown in the water, unmoving. I call out his name and reach into the water, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling his upper body out of the water. There is an ugly gash on his forehead, where the old wound which had been healing nicely, had reopened and even widened. The wound is pouring blood, but I can tell right away that it wasn’t this wound that is the cause of all the red in the water.

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.

They crashed over the edges of the platforms, cursed the hanging gardens of tidal rebels with fresh, pure water and shower the frost of the roofs. The fragrant water rained in an endless, glittering curtain down into the torn sky. I leaned hard against Kael. The adrenaline that passes me through the reactor core had driven, swelled and made a tumbling pain in my left hand place. The temporary bandages were black narrowed. “Don’t move,” Kael gently grumbled. He took me as if I had nothing weighed, and wore me the last meters over the wet planks.

Dahlia instructed me not to let the water get to my wounded area. She couldn't help me heal me up as the blade was a silver blade and was stronger than her healing abilities. "I'm being very careful and you don't have to remind me." I snorted in return as I let my blonde hair down and got under the shower. I used a hand to shield my wound from the water as the water cascaded down to my toes.