Blood Thinner Tattoo Novels & Stories

Soonie noticed too, her breath hitching as he reached forward again, this time slower, and brushed his thumb along the ink. It flaked. A sticker. A damn sticker. The realization hit like cold water. His anger faltered, his hand lowering. “What the hell…” he muttered. Soonie jerked her wrist away, her voice shaking. “It’s not real. I got it for a charity event the company did days ago. It's a temporary ink tattoo for the children’s hospital. It washes off. The real one’s on my shoulder, not my wrist.” Damon stared at her, guilt and disbelief crashing into each other.

Sharper this time. I swallowed. My hands were shaking. I hugged my sketchbook tighter. He exhaled through his nose. Looked at the blood on his knuckles like it had personally offended him. Then he reached into his jacket, pulled out a black bandana, and started wrapping his hand. I watched, stupidly mesmerized. “Why were you there?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to mine. “I was passing through.” “Twice in two days you’ve ‘passed through’ exactly where I am.”

Adrielle Hale Bruno didn't need surgery. But I administered an anticoagulant into his vein. There are marks on his head, as if something had hit him hard. His vital signs are good, returning to normal. He's clean, wearing clean clothes, and has just been taken to a room. Andrew, the emergency room doctor, is escorting him to the room right now. Only one thing caught my attention about Bruno: there's writing in permanent ink on his arm. The phrase sent a terrifying shiver through my body.

Come on, now. She checked the ink bottles that Arrow had placed on the glass work table, saw red, green, white, black, and grey. He’d also brought out a few fresh needles, and lots of wipes and antiseptic and disinfectant. She checked the tattoo gun, saw that it was ready, and adjusted the light a bit. “OK,” she said, switching the ink from yellow to black, and putting in a new needle, just to feel like she was starting from scratch. “Here we go. How big?”

That morning, I locked myself in the mansion’s spare bathroom—one with a decent mirror and zero magical tea ladies trying to give me moon-brewed chamomile. Shirt off. Mark exposed. It was the same strange, swirling symbol on my shoulder blade. Pale red at rest, but lately… it pulsed, especially after long eye contact with Ivan. I tried to scrub it off again. Still there. I tried heat, cold, even a tiny burn test. No reaction. “Well,” I muttered. “At least I’m not allergic to my own flesh tattoo.” I pulled out a small device from my bag—a biometric scanner, the kind only people with a license to kill and a very illegal budget could get their hands on.

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. He's been given several medications to help bring his blood pressure down, we're going to start him on Heparin, which is a blood thinner to ensure he doesn't develop any clots, and the MRI will give us a better idea of what we're dealing with." The four million questions I had turned to eight million, but nothing comes out of my mouth. With Moby still holding my hand, I bob my head, essentially ending the discussion with the doctor.

Diana commented, raising her hand which was covered in black liquid. "Black...? Vampire...?" she said as she saw this man's injured arm which continued to emit a jet black liquid. “I think it's blood, and I think it's the color of blood that vampires have. There's no mistaking this... This is Raltz's territory, a part of the vampire world. But—” Diana paused her thoughts for a moment. “—I just found out vampires have blood too. I don't think they have it," thought Diana as she tore off her coat to make it into a bandage.

Mark interrupted. I was silent and watched an old man give a sign on my dad’s back, then mom. It was like a tattoo made of red liquid. Now it’s Mark's turn to get that tattoo. Mark told me to stay behind him. I nodded even though I was so scared. ‘I thought you wouldn’t come here.” I turned my head and found Alpha Matthew standing next to me. “I…” “It’s beetroot liquid mixed with tattoo formula.” I nodded awkwardly and now it was my turn.

someone reminded him. Chase glanced down at me and snorted. "It's not like we're going to live any longer. It doesn't matter if we take her with us." He still saved me and draped the only jacket he had over my shoulders. He brought me back. Fearing that I might shatter his ego, I pretended to be as poor as him. I followed him into the criminal gray zone where gang activities were most frequent. It was a place without order, and violence and guns were the only laws of survival.