Blown Vein Hand Novels & Stories

Just as I reached for the doorknob, cold fingers dug into my arms and my feet left the floor. What I discovered a bit too late was that a vampire’s touch was not only cold but it left your skin crawling wherever they touched you. They are only able to mask your irritation by using their mind compulsion to make you more…pliable. I was too shocked to scream and my fingers feeble struggled against the icy iron grip on my arm. I was fucking levitating, already three feet from the ground.

When the pain finally eases enough for me to breathe, I glance down. The heartbloom is there just as it was before. Perfect and alive. Blood-red petals are etched into my skin, with veins of green curling outward as if the flower is rooted in my flesh once more. The vines wrapped around my arm loosen slowly and reluctantly, before retreating back into the cracked stone like they were never there at all. The air rushes inward. The crack seals halfway. It is still visible, but no longer bleeding wind. I stare at my shoulder in horror.

She extended her hand, handing him the glass. The man breathed heavily, seething anger evident in his expression. “That’s bullshit!” he shouted and slapped her hand away which made the glass flung away from her hand and hit the counter and shatter completely. The smashing sound alerted the bartender who immediately called for the bouncers. However, the hazardous pieces of glass ricocheted from the counter and a seemingly large piece rebounded in Belinda’s direction and buried itself in her hand. Belinda looked at her hand. The glass was buried pretty deep into her hand and her hand started bleeding. “Owww.” She winced in pain.

I said. She grasped the blunt tool with both hands, held it high above her head, and brought it down with all her might. The cry tearing from Gary’s chest shook the roof. I inspected his rapidly swelling left hand. His fingers were quickly going from pink to a satisfying bluish-black. “Good job,” I praised her.

That final foot would never land. The hand gripping the sword began to shake. At first, just a faint tremor in the knuckles. Then his entire hand convulsed violently, like an old man too frail to hold a teacup steady. He stared down at his own hand, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints. Black veins erupted beneath his skin, starting from his fingertips. They didn't surface from the outside. They leaked upward from within his blood vessels, every dark line spreading along the pathways of his veins.

He moved the edge over her neck painfully slow before pressing it to her throat promisingly. "Do you know the most fragile vein is located around here? It's directly connected to the artery in charge of pumping most of the blood that's being circulated through out the body. One puncture and you will bleed to death" He told her teasingly as he continued to work the knife further before moving it away to stare back at her reaction and it was overly satisfying as the corner of his lip pulled up in a little smile before his expression turned dark yet again.

Their spine turned numb from the agonizing pain from just his grip that kept getting tighter. Their elbows went numb from the agonizing jitter. Unfortunately, he didn't stop. In fact, his grip got tighter with each second crushing their bones even more refined powder. The blood vessels began to burst from the pressure. Their eyes turned blood-red and their veins on their foreheads popped out.

Crying definitely didn't help with my dehydration. "May I see your arm that your IV was in?" she asks nicely. I show her my swollen arm. It was covered in a nasty bruise from about the middle of my forearm all the wat up to my bicep. "OH MY GOD! How long did they leave your IV in after your vein blew? This looks horrible!" She asks.

He was slowly nodding as his smile never faded. “By the way, what are you doing here?” I asked, “I mean, what brought you here? You should be resting in your place while waiting for your wrists to heal.” I focused my gaze on his wrist and found that it was still covered by white bandage. From what I have heard from the nurses, there were some veins that were ruined and that may affect James left hand. It may affect his living and I don't know if there can be surgery that could be done in order to heal or fix it.

What is this? A purplish bruise is covering a part of her hand from her thumb to the mid of her palm. Blue veins visibly showed and bulged out. Why? Why was her right hand in this worrisome condition? Did she accidentally smack something during her sleep? Thalia touched the bruise, and more sharp stinging pain like being stabbed by hundred needles assaulted her nerve.