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."

"​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.

Startled by a sudden bump in the road, I accidentally jerked my head forward and bumped it hard right against the cold glass of the car window. Big mistake. The impact sent a white-hot shockwave straight through my injured arm, making me hiss loudly as I instinctively clutched at my shoulder with a sharp gasp. Peeking under the makeshift cloth bandage, my stomach churned. The skin around the bite was no longer just red—it had shifted into a sickening, bruised color of gray and purple, heavily caked in dried, crusty blood and badly swollen to twice its normal size. An infection was setting in, fast, and my body felt hot and feverish.

His eyes are empty and staring off into another world. Helplessly, I watch as the black shadow grows larger and larger until it hovers ten feet over my entire body. I can not see the vampire’s body anymore. The Orramoth has him blocked by its massive shadow. "Dear God! Help me!" I plead. The color of the Orramoth's eye changes again. This time, they slowly fill to the brim with a blood-red liquid and small black veins. I watch as the tiny veins dance across the pupils like they are putting on a show. From the corner of its mouth, black droplets tease his cracked grey lips. It was as if the longer he floated in front of me and the more breaths he took, the more solid his body became.

Maddox braces the stool. I press harder as tears stream down my face. I don’t stop. His screams echo through the broken house. At first, nothing changes. His skin grows paler as his head falls back. “No… no…” I cry. “Concentrate!” Lux shouts. I close my eyes and pour everything into it. The power tearing through me. I keep pressing and then slowly the bleeding begins to slow. The torn flesh beneath my palm starts knitting together. Color creeps back into his skin, not human warmth, but the pale vitality a vampire should have. His eyes flicker dark red, then deepen into a steady crimson.

"The blood moon sickness is getting worse." Blood moon sickness. The words hit me like a physical blow. I push through the crowd, my healer instincts overriding everything else. The little girl's skin burns with fever, her small body convulsing, foam flecking her lips. Dark veins spider across her neck and face, pulsing with something that looks wrong, corrupted. "What's happening to her?" I ask, dropping to my knees beside the doctor.