Blood Ink Novels & Stories

It’s almost like something toxic. When my eyes land on the blood that I just threw out of my mouth, the color of it startles me. It’s black.

He made a horrible choking sound and fell on top of me, his heavy, muscular body going totally limp. "Ryker!" Ronald screamed, jumping forward to grab his brother. I looked down at the furs beneath me, and what I saw made me scream with horror. The fluid leaking out of my pussy—the mix of their cum and my juices—wasn't white or clear anymore. It was turning into a dark, bubbling, poisonous black liquid. It looked like ink mixed with rot. "What is happening?" I sobbed, my voice full of terror. Ronald looked at the black fluid and then at me. His eyes were full of pure horror. "Your blood... Anna, what is in your blood?"

The minute she is directly in front of me, I jump on her and attack first. As I stab her torso and then her head, I notice something quite strange. She doesn’t bleed red like anything else I have ever known. Instead, it is black, black like her eye sockets and her nonexistence of a soul. If I could describe it, her blood feels like it is cold and wet, but like sludge, because when I insert my knife in, it kind of sits there stuck before I am able to pull it out.

’ I make a clear cut down the forearm, where the stiff muscles are as they would be on any other dead body. ‘Curses start deforming the body much earlier than the effects show. The blood gets thicker and darker. It doesn’t react to poison the way it should.’ Samples of blood have been taken earlier, and labeled in different pieces of glass. I draw a small bottle of pure wolfs bane from my pocket and put a drop in the container containing ruby red blood, swirl the blood. A lycan’s blood reacts to it by turning black. The contents turn inky. The container clatters nosily as I set it down.

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

It will absorb the blood from his palm. And then another episode happened: blood. Thick, dark red blood.

I start to feel pain everywhere in my bones and I grip the seat gasping for breath. "Help me" I choke out thinking I'm dying. Like really dying. Bonnie takes out a syringe with a needle from a small case. It's filled with a amber liquid and in that moment I don't give a fuck as long as it takes the pain away. "Hold on Diana. It's gonna be ok" she soothes calmly. Calm! How the fuck can she be calm when I have fucking claws and just as I think it couldn't get any worse my tongue licks over my teeth!

Blood was dripping from it to the floor. "Mikhail?" I whispered. I could not believe what I was seeing.