Blood Thinner Tattoo Novels & Stories

How come I didn't notice them before, His nerves were popping up and Tattoos on his fingers speak of trouble, on his left hand's little finger, has a skull and thick arrow with star lines inside and at the corner " blame "was written in beautiful curving writing. On the other finger, there was a big thick scissor and at the left corner of the finger, there was "hate "written in block letters. The middle one has feature dripping black dots below it was eye-catching and beautiful, at the left corner of the finger "love" was written in cursive writing

She really is even more beautiful now. ~~~ An hour later, I had filled in the hospital papers as she was operated on. The bullet was poisonous, and they had to drain it from her system. I should have left, but I have questions. I now stare at the blue print on the cotton hospital gown right beside her breast… remembering the tattoo she once had there. One that no doubt is gone now. “Excuse me, sir, she’ll be free to go tomorrow. But she will need to take some blood thinners and some pain relief tablets for the next two weeks.”

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.

There, just like his brother and Taryk sported, was a new tattoo etching itself into his skin. Rushing over to Lukas, I reached down with one hand to steady myself against him as I leaned down to inspect Scarlet's upper chest. Instead of the heavy black lines that marked the guys, hers was almost delicate. Done in silvers and whites, it reminded me of an acid etched mirror. Her skin just happened to be the canvas. I looked over the room. Swallowed as something dawned on me. "Lukas, why are we the only ones who aren't still passed out?"

“Urghh!” I grumbled out of frustration as I watch the tattooed stranger drive out of my street. The jerk made me beg him for sex only to turn me down, apparently he had a child to take care of and couldn’t stay but still didn’t make any attempt to ask for my number or even give his, such a jerk. I hissed and headed inside my tiny apartment, the emptiness welcomed me once again. It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation.

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.