Blood Sign With Fingers Novels & Stories

Their family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Chase's mini-empire was also crumbling due to his feud with our family. Lucille still brought him back to the Gervais family. When her father saw him, I heard he immediately shot him in the chest. His injury was way worse this time. Due to overwhelming grief, Lucille lost a lot of blood during childbirth, and her baby didn't survive. In the aftermath of such sorrow, the Gervais family took their anger out on Chase. I heard he was taken back to the Gervais family and severely beaten. In the end, he succumbed to his fatal injuries.

“I’m so sorry if I woke you. My stomach is just a bit upset from the traveling, nothing to worry about.” He doesn’t answer. His golden-amber eyes aren’t looking at my face. They are tracking downward. Slowly, his gaze lands on my right hand. I look down. My stomach drops straight into the floorboards. In my haste to pull up my gown, I hadn’t realized my fingers were coated. Not just in the green herbal salve, but in dark, thick, unmistakable streaks of fresh blood. The welts on my back had split open when I strained to reach them, and I had smeared the evidence directly across my palm.

She cover the bottle as soon as she saw his hand her forming back to normal " "What just happened?my precious arms were going mental"Daisy laugh at the choice of his words,she lift his arm on her palm checking if it's okay but her eyes widen utterly bewildered. Noticing her change of expression,Akira ask her what's wrong and she point at his arm,the words were gone all gone with only the scales making a long line to his elbow now sea blue in colour with a raging light. "Oh my God, what's wrong daisy?my hand are...damn grandpa is gonna kill me"he screamed.

Aisling held her hand out. Aria nervously put her hand in Aisling's and the girl lifted her other hand, pointing her index finger. A long taloned claw protracted from her nail and Aria tensed as Aisling poked the sharp tip into the pad of her palm in the fleshy part below her thumb. A bright red drop of blood welled up and Aisling smeared it across Aria's palm, staring at it like it was revealing things to her. Aria watched on in awed silence as the blood filled the deep lines on her palm like it was telling a story. Aisling made humming noises of interest and curiousness.

“What’s wrong?” She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she lifted a hand, her slender fingers gentle as they came up to my face. “Hold still,” she murmured. Her thumb brushed lightly over the space between my nose and upper lip. Then, she pulled her hand back, her thumb now stained crimson. She held it out slightly, showing me. Blood. My own blood.

She stood next to the bed and applied a moisturizing cream to her face. All of a sudden, liquid started dripping all over her head. She felt a moist sensation over her hair. She ran her fingers in her hair. She looked into her hand. Her heart burst out of her mouth when she saw her fingers. Her fingers were covered in blood and shivers ran down her spine. She slowly raised her eyes towards the ceiling with a shaking heart. There was dark red blood streaming out of the ceiling.

"It is O positive, your favorite." I smiled at him before extending my hand to collect the blood bag. My orbs turned red once my fang sunk into the bag. My eyelid closed while I savored every drop of the liquid that touched my tongue. It felt like a release from the shackle of bondage I had inserted myself in right from the day we all lost Kate.

I've been anticipating it, and soon, I'll have her singing it to me, endlessly. "Do you understand the damage going on right now?" I zeroed my eyes on the needle, finding delight from how it pierced into the broken skin of his fourth finger, drawing blood. "I'm hurting your tendons and ligaments. Soon, you'll experience swelling and won't be able to move your fingers. Know what tendons and ligaments are?" I tilted my head to the side, staring into his face, but the fucker was too busy whimpering to pay any attention to my words.

The next couple of photographs were of her wrists and ankles. The wrist bones were light and delicate. The skin lying over them showed no abrasions. No rope burns but there was a faint residual marking. There was a two-inch-wide band that was slightly bluer than the rest. Very slightly bluer. Almost not there at all, but perceptible and slightly swollen, compared to the rest of her forearm. Definitely raised. The exact opposite of a compression. “Found anything?” DI Silver was standing over me holding a thin file. I had been so engrossed that I hadn’t even heard him come into the room.

When I pulled my hand away from my mouth, it was coated in thick, dark blood. Sean’s smile vanished. I stared at the red stains on my trembling fingers, a terrifying realization washing over me. We had the cure, but looking at the blood pooling in my palm, I knew it might already be too late.