Bleed Marks Hair Novels & Stories

No. Her platinum hair lay in piles on the floor in front of her. She ran her hand over her scalp. Felt smooth skin and tufts of errant blonde. Felt her palm sticky, wet, cold. Brought it to her face. Blinked. Fought to see clearly, her eyes wet, her vision hazy and blurred.

To look at what I had let happen. My silver hair had long escaped its waves and sat in a tangled mess around my face. My lips were swollen, visibly so, bitten and kissed until they'd lost their shape. There were marks on my collarbone and on the curve of my neck just below my jaw, faint enough that I almost convinced myself they didn't mean what they meant. Almost. I raised my hand slowly and pressed two fingers to the bite on my neck. It hurt. Not the sharp pain of a fresh wound, but the deep, settled ache of a bruise that had already decided to stay. A bond mark didn't form the way people described it in books, like a stamp or a brand. It shoved itself into you without asking for permissio

His long black hair was damp, strung all over his face and shoulders. The sight was the most horrifyingly glorious thing I had ever seen. Every muscle in his toned, naked body was strained, even in his kneeling position. Both palms were pressed on the ground, on the two spots where the inward swirls ended. And the markings all over his left arm, shoulder, and neck… bled as if they were being cut open by invisible blades. Blood rolled down his skin in rivulets, and each drop made the swirls in the ground glow crimson.

It had turned out Azelie and Nyoka had gotten into a huge fight when they hit twenty, and had never spoken to each other again nor seen each other. She hadn't had the chance to fully stab me, maybe she was too riled up, maybe a small part of her felt bad for trying to kill a five year old, maybe there was a different reason. But she had broken skin, and that area where the blade cut into my flesh became permanently scarred. Typically wolves could heal so well and so fast we didn't scar. But such was the power of wolfsbane. From that point on I avoided ever taking my shirt off around other people besides my immediate family. Even when shifting. If I did take my shirt off while shifting, I mad

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

The water turned a light shade of pink as I rinsed my hair and I realized I had blood in there too, I just couldn't see it. It had me wondering just how much of my life I spent covered in someone else's blood. Yet another perk of being a Hunter. I washed my hair and got out of the tub, I applied a whipped coconut leave-in conditioner to my long locks and then put them in a single braid down the right side.

I wound my hair up into a high bun, so that it wouldn’t get wet in the shower, and then I yanked off my t-shirt. Just beneath the collar of my top laid Samyak’s mark, dug forever into my skin. Everyone’s mark was slightly different, though many appeared as a hickey, or teeth marks. Mine was the same bruised colour as a love bite, though it appeared as two parallel lines, at an angle across my marking spot, one a little above the other.

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There was still an imprint of where his canines had bit into me, but there was also something appearing on my neck that looked like a tattoo. I observed it more closely, and it looked like a blue crescent moon and a snowflake? Really a fucking snowflake? It was pretty, though. I wonder if Storm got such a girly mark too when I would mark him tonight. Fucking hell, I would have to mark him tonight. I didn’t want to be near that asshole right now. "Aaro, are you finished? The hairdresser is here." Ruby said. I walked out with my hair still in the towel and another towel around my body.