Blown Vein Hand Novels & Stories

Beatrice wiped her tears as she started to smile when she saw him returning to her. However, the blood on her hand had smeared her face. Alex crouched and discovered a long and bloody wound on her calf bleeding profusely. From the looks of it, the wound was also caused by the glass. But her palm’s injury was more troublesome. Glass shrapnels had been embedded into her skin so they must be taken out first. Alex squeezed her calf for a bit. “Does it hurt?” “Ouch!” Smack! Upset, Alex slapped it.

Blaze, gripped by impatience, groaned, "You talk too much. Just do it, Goddammit!" Responding to the exigency, Dexter elongated his fangs with a swift motion, ready to drink from Blaze's neck, but Blaze intervened, "Do you have to feed from my neck? Use my wrist instead." Dexter scoffed, "For someone who is at the brink of death, you are pretty audacious. The internal jugular veins, vital conduits for blood, run discreetly on both sides of the neck. They mirror the path of the carotid arteries, offering a direct route to the heart. If I release the serum into these veins, it would swiftly reach the heart and circulate throughout the body, expediting its effects.

The veins on the back of his hand throbbed violently with anger. Suddenly, he smirked, his voice was as cold as ice. "So, what makes you think you will win?" He abruptly raised his hand. When the baseball bat came down, it didn't seem forceful but made a slicing sound through the air. By the time Jack tried to dodge, it was too late. Although Frank didn't hit a fatal area, the blow left Jack in excruciating pain. Bang! The baseball bat shattered in Frank's hand. Splinters stabbed into the flesh in Frank’s hand and blood began oozing out.

I watch in morbid fascination as the veins in her hand begin to darken until they glowed black underneath her porcelain skin. Screaming in defiance, she raised her other one and tired again to come towards me, her eyes blazing in anger and determination as she wraps her hand around my neck once more. Only this time, she was sure to assert enough pressure that should have broken my neck. Once again, she recoiled from me screaming as her other hand took on the appearance of her first. The black veins running up her arms and under her clothing. “It cannot be?” She looked at me with wild eyes. “How is it possible?”

I looked down at my hands, shocked. My hands were cold as ice and just as white, with veins of black snaking through my skin. The tips of my fingers were black too, almost like Barry's hand. Almost. My eyes were wide. As I watched, the dark veins and paleness faded, and my skin went back to its usual hue.

He fetched a bottle of water from the car, uncapped it and rinsed the blood inside his mouth. Tess wasn't convinced. The vein protruding from his temples told her he was in severe pain. "Come here, let me see." she held him up, unsure of what to do. It was so sudden and her mind went blank. Suddenly Ruben dropped the bottle of water or rather, it fell from his grip and his left hand also fell to his side. Tess's eyes twitched, a glint flashed past her eyes and she had a realization. His wound was on his left hand.

she replied. Clutching tightly at her arm, he then said, “Listen to me, Vee. I need you to use your hand and work with me to bandage your wound.” Vivian had already calmed down after getting used to the darkness. She knew there were a lot of arteries and veins in the human thighs. Once injured, it might lead to massive blood loss and eventually, death. She did not want to die yet, or at least, she did not want to die here. She asked calmly, “Is it an artery or a vein?”

I know in this moment it's the best option for me. I take the blade and slowly drag it along my left wrist in a straight line. Not even wincing from the blade slicing my skin open. The pain I feel inside much stronger than the physical pain. I look at my wrist seeing my blood spill out and move the blade to my left hand and opening my veins on my right wrist. Blood spilling out and into the bath. The water turns red from all the blood and I feel calm.

“What’s the matter?” Mable glanced at Blair. He was looking at her strangely, as if he had something to say. “Nothing.” Blair ruffled her hair and said hoarsely, “Sorry for worrying you again.” “There’s no need to apologize. As long as you get better.” Blair only stared at her. Mable finished putting medicine on his arms and checked the gunshot wound on his right hand. Due to Vortex, his wound was constantly inflamed and could not fully heal. Now that the poison was removed, the inflammation quickly subsided.

“Most of the inner walls of your veins have hardened. It isn't an illness but rather a cold energy that's freezing your veins. “I assume that you started having this condition after fighting with someone? It seems to me that he was aiming to end your journey as a fighter. How vicious!” Carl nodded in appreciation. She had been able to determine the source of his injuries very quickly, so she had really lived up to her name as the disciple of the Living Reaper. David then asked worriedly, “Dr. Lynn, is there a way to treat my father?” Naomi hesitated for a moment before saying, “A vein injury is the hardest to treat. First, we need to remove the cold energy freezing the veins… “And we can’t d