Blown Vein Hand Novels & Stories

"Check your chest. Now." My hand flew to my sternum before I was even fully awake. I sucked in a breath. It rattled like a bag of dry gravel. The brand—the jagged 'X'—didn't just glow anymore. The skin around it had turned a sick, necrotic purple. Black veins branched out from the center, crawling toward my collarbone like ink dropped in water. It pulsed. A low, wet throb that made my vision swim with static.

In the end, Lina did not become the beauty that slept in the forest and woke up one morning. Looking at the gentle sunlight outside, the breeze blew in through the curtains, coming to Lina's side, bringing the breath of sunshine. After lying down for more than half a month, my whole body became a bit stiff. Lina moved slightly, feeling a little soft. On the back of the hand, sometimes there is a tingling sensation, looking at the side, it is found that there are more bruises on the white back of the hand, there are also small holes left by the infusion needle.

"How... are you?" "I am... adjusting," he said, the word a vast understatement. A shadow of profound disorientation flickered in his eyes. His right hand, as if with a mind of its own, drifted to his left arm. My attention snagged there, and the air seemed to grow colder. Against the pale canvas of his skin, sickly, orange-gold veins crawled and writhed with a faint glow. They were not flat marks, but a living tracery, like lightning trapped and writhing beneath the surface, a parasite etched in light. They snaked up from his wrist, disappearing under the sleeve of his tunic. I shouldn't ask. It's cruel, a part of me thought. But another, fiercer part knew I had to. I can't help him if I'm b

The glass was in rather deep, and overall the injury looked pretty bad, but beyond the cut it did not look long term. “Hmm.” She nodded, stepping up to the glass and watching the doctors treat Bo with eyes that did not waver. “It’s deep, very deep, and if he cut any, or all of the tendons in his palm, he may have trouble moving the fingers for a long time, maybe forever.”

He holds out his hand, grasping the other man’s in a friendly, peacekeeping shake that lasts less than a second. “Careful, buddy. Looks like you hurt yourself.” The man lifts his arm, puzzled to find thick red blood streaming down his pale flesh, past his wrists and into the sleeve of his suit. He seems to be unable to grasp what just happened, and I don’t blame him, because neither can I— at least, until I notice the two vertical cuts slicing his wrist. They are claw shaped. Deep. And they run parallel to the long vein in his inner arm. In fact, they barely missed it.

Huh? Ravi stepped forward to get a closer look at Raymond's bloody hand. There was a long line of thick red blood oozing from Raymond's palm, and dark red stains surrounded the wound, indicating an old injury that had reopened. Ravi grabbed Raymond's wrist and then asked him, "What happened to your hand? I remember you've never been injured there before."

The moment I saw what happened to Blaze, I immediately ran to him. Blaze was kneeling on the ground with an immense pain. It could be clearly seen that both of his left and right hands had fractures on the radius and ulna. Blood was spilling from his skin. It was completely mangled. This idiot…! He attempted to pull that sword…! His bones weren’t strong enough to sustain the sudden weight by the gravity magic— that's why it snaps. I was worried.

It glances off his chest with a hard thump. Instead of falling over, he pauses, then looks at me with murder in his eyes. Ares is in awful shape, but his anger is beyond feeling mortal pain. I try to secure my sword with both hands, but it’s impossible. My bad arm feels numb, but not numb like I would expect it to with a severe shoulder injury. I look down at my arm. Black veins are spreading down to my fingers. I crane my neck to see my shoulder. The edges of the wound are black and peeling away from my body.

More veins stretched downward beneath his collar. "What is that?" I asked, rushing toward him. But the veins were spreading from the source of the injury. At the back of his neck, deep claw marks had turned a dark purplish blue. I could not even begin to understand what I was looking at.

My breathing grows heavier as the images reappear. Aerin’s hands on her waist. His mouth near her ear. My vision flashes gold. A low growl tears from my throat before I can stop it. Then my back burns. “Ahh!” I staggered to my feet and ripped my shirt off turning to the large mirror. Black veins have spread from where the Hollowed Vale vine had pierced me when Elara was pulling me out. I touched it and it pulsed. The edges look darker and thicker now. “What is this?” I whispered as I looked at the thing beneath my skin pushing outward.