Bleed Marks Hair Novels & Stories

he asked. I can see Alex's bite marks half curved into the shape of his teeth. But there was something odd, which I would not have noticed if Balthazar had not pointed it out to me. "What's that?" I whispered when I saw a small purple streak that came from the bite mark. Similar to veins but more conspicuous. That dampens your strength a bit. A kind of seal that's technically similar to mine before, but mine is meant to protect you ... whereas that one ... "

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~ LAIA ~ The cool water from the shower cascades down my body, washing away every trace of agitation, but not enough to stop my chest from boiling with anger. After shampooing my hair, I stare back at the mirror, my eyes going straight to Cael’s mark. It’s red… from my wild attempt at scrubbing it raw, thinking it might somehow leave my skin. It’s irritating to know his mark is plastered there, bold and visible on my neck. The redness is definitely going to scar… but I don’t give two fucks about that. If it was going to make the mark fade or something, I’d take it.

“He is actually dating Bryson now.” “Oh, damn.” Marie winced. “Well, it would be challenging to get your hair color instantly. There will be no damage free way to color your hair lighter. You will need to bleach bath your hair and then use a toner to match your natural color. And since your natural color is extremely light, it may take some time to get back and you may have to settle for a lighter version rather than your natural platinum blonde color.” She motioned for Kelsey to sit down then started to check her hair. “Then we could regularly trim it, cut off the ends which would probably be damaged from the bleaching process.”

I heal, but it is still only very slowly. As soon as the water running off of me is no longer blood red, I wash my hair using the shampoo. I open the bottle and take a deep breath. I let out a low moan as the aroma was amazing. It doesn’t even bother me that it seems to be a male's shampoo. I use a small amount.

My questions sets him back and he drops his head against the wall, lips parted and I stare at him with thin pressed lips. I get off the floor, striding back through my room into the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror, reaching forward and I pull my hair up into a bun, my eyes never leaving the mark on my neck and I let out a shuddered breath, and I start digging my nails into the mark. I will heal if I can just claw it off right? Then it would only make a hole and not a mark? A scream escapes me as I dig my fingers into the fresh wound, and Blaze's heavy footsteps come closer until he stops in the door, his eyes wide as he stares at me agape.

“So what we need to do is use beetroot juice. We can mix it with some carrot oil. Hibiscus powder. And henna. You are to apply this once a week and the color will build up slowly without any damages to your hair. So, why don't we try?” “And the curls?” “We'll get there in time,” she preached. I sat down on the toilet seat lid and she put on gloves. “Ready?” I closed my eyes. What else was I supposed to do when she seemed to be ready to give me a perfect science experiment? It couldn't be that bad anyway. I might end up bald. The cold gel-like paste touched my head first and then her fingers, massaging it in. It smelled earthy, sweet. I thought of Liam. I thought of his first words when he wo

My hair is a complete disaster. I look thoroughly fucked. Which I am. Marco watches me try to make myself presentable, his expression unreadable now. Every wall rebuilt and every vulnerability hidden away. "Your neck," he says finally. I touch the spot where he bit me earlier, wincing slightly. The skin is tender, already bruising. "That bad?" "You'll need more concealer." There's dark satisfaction in his voice despite the neutral expression. "But everyone will know anyway. Ares's mark and mine. Right next to each other."

It was strong and wild and then I gripped my head. “Make it stop,” I whispered and the cracks stopped. Just for a second and silence fell again. Then…The mark glowed, it was a deep red light and everyone froze and the air turned heavy. No one moved, no one spoke and I felt it, that pull again, it was stronger and closer and my heart beat fast. Then…A drop of blood formed on the mark….Slowly….Very slowly. It grew and then fell and another drop followed, then another and the mark began to bleed again.

I worry I’ll wear these scars forever. Stepping out of the shower, I wipe the condensation from the mirror and freeze. A mark lingers on my neck, darker and more stubborn than the others. Deep red, tinged with purple. My fingers press against it, watching the color blanch before seeping back into its original hue. A pleasurable tingle ripples down my spine. That’s new. Is this one different from the others? It reminds me of the one Braden has on his ribs but I thought that was a birthmark. I'm sure I haven't always had this here ... Have I?