Bump On Skin Filled With Blood Novels & Stories

They seemed too nice to want to talk to somebody just like that. I brought my hands just right in front of my eyes, allowing myself to take in how much blood I was seeing. My hands flew to my face, touching everywhere. My face was extremely puffy and soft. All I could feel was battered flesh.

A bright red bead of blood welled up, rich with vitality. I brought my finger to her bottom lip, gently tracing the split skin with my blood. Before my eyes, the magic took hold. The wound began to knit together, stitching itself shut until there was no trace of the violence she had endured.

Swollen, veins darkening around it like ink spreading through water. Ronan's nostrils flared, inhaling deeply—her fear, her blood, the faint salt of her sweat. "Yeah. And so are you, now." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, carrying the scent of smoked meat and forest loam. "That bite? It's changing you. Jay's pack mark, but I interrupted before it fully took. You're burning up because your body's fighting it—fighting him."

However, the real thing was so hot that it felt suffocating. As if possessed, I recalled the annotation from the anatomy diagram. “Should the combat form become excessively engorged, grasp the base with your hand and apply pressure with your fingertips to the dorsal veins to aid in relief or…” My hand trembled as it reached down, pressing against the pulsing vein. A stifled moan of pleasure echoed overhead, and the already terrifying size swelled even more. Blimey! The book never said pressing against that part would make it grow faster!

"​We've p‌ushed four units‍ of blood. Pres⁠sure's now 60 o‍ver 35. We're losing​ him.‌" Helena pu⁠shed forward, i⁠gnoring Victoria's withering glare and Walla​ce's dis​missiveness. She⁠ looke‌d at the​ pa‍t‍ient⁠'s e⁠xpose‍d skin on his s⁠ide, no⁠ting a biz‌a​r‌re, bronzed‌ hue that⁠ shouldn't be​ th​ere, alm‌ost like a tan​, but deep⁠er, more⁠ metal⁠l‍ic. Then h​er ey‍es fell on the ur‍in​e c‌atheter bag hanging beside th​e b​ed.

Flesh curled back and blood gushed out in a torrent, quickly creating a dark red stain on the ground. “Zoey Stone, you little troublemaker!”

The pain in her abdomen was getting unbearable. “H..help..me plea.please.” She managed to say to Lucia who hissed at her. Nora ran out of the kitchen into the main entrance which led to the staircase. Lo and behold she saw Annie on the floor; a few steps away from the staircase, with her arms around her belly. She ran to her and crouched beside her. “Oh My God, Blood.” She said in shock as she discovered Annie was bleeding. The pink nightdress she was putting on was stained with blood.

I placed one hand on the mid column of my neck trying to stop the uncomfortable feeling. I looked at my reflection on the mirror of the dresser opposite to my bed. My skin turned paler than a white paper. Blue veins were prominent . My irises were deep crimson red. My canines extended not in wolf teeth but vampire's. It had been a long time since I had blood.

His entire being was radiating darkness and decay. I watched as he violently pushed a woman away. His face contorted uncontrollably with anger. I frowned slightly. Clearly, it was not just his demeanor that had changed. However, none of it compared to the shock of looking at someone who had my face. At first glance, it was terrifying. Upon closer inspection, though, the resemblance was not perfect. Perhaps the plastic surgery had gone too far. Her features were swollen and unnaturally smooth, and even the heavy makeup could not hide the fine scars at the corners of her eyes.

The eyes deep and excited in black dark circles, almost disappearing with the natural color of their irises. The skin devoid of its natural shine stretches over thin and pointed bones, similar to a dough too thin for a protruding filling. Connected to the devices near her bed, Penelope's right hand receives the small hose that takes the serum to her blood, while the left holds on her index finger the oximeter that gently whistles as she breathes.