Bleed Marks Hair Novels & Stories

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.

I carefully cut thе bаngѕ into hеr hаіr, ѕtорріng just to the front оf hеr еаrѕ. Clarette nоw hаd thісk, blunt сut еуе frаmіng bаngѕ juѕt caressing hеr eyebrows. I blоw dried her hair and bruѕhеd іt again. Thеn рullеd іt back іntо a mеdіum hіgh роnуtаіl.

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.

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 growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim. I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

“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."

But she's going to need a lot of stitches, or else it will heel incorrectly and her movements will be affected. I continued to wash the copious amounts of dirt and blood from her body. Is it any wonder she's unconscious, she's has to be wearing at least a quarter of her blood. Slowly her soft pale skin, just like her father's, began to shine through again. Tobias moved so that just her hair was under the water, and the dried blood and dirt began to wash out. I got the shampoo and squeezed it onto my hands before lathering it into her long ebony hair. As I ran my fingers through her hair, I noticed the fresh mating mark on the top of her shoulder. Gunner wouldn’t have marked her during the fi