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Golden Cicada shook his head, his expression calm. However, the wound on his neck was spurting with blood, looking extremely horrific. The mangled flesh had turned black, giving off a fetid stench. The blood vessels around the wound were protruding, bruising into a dark green. This color was spreading inwardly along the blood vessels, looking extremely horrific. Ding Hao inhaled a cold breath. The injury was more serious than he had imagined.

I don’t know if this is real or the projection is somehow fucking with me. But I can actually smell it, the metallic tinge of blood. And it’s not coming from his mouth anymore. He’s just getting drenched in it. Meanwhile, the rips and the screaming fill the room with vibrations. Blood continues to seep out of the cracks in his skin, now pooling around him on the floor like some sort of a halo as he arches his back and stares right at me. The black spikes that are coming through his muscles and piercing him are getting thicker and thicker, resembling tough and thick fur that looks more like a bunch of thorns in a growing vine.

He halted on his steps as he drew closer and the extent of damage became much more visible. Deep inflamed gash oozing both blood and pus from his exposed peeled skin. The skin on the right side of his upper body had been peeled upward, some of which were covered with bandages. The putrid stench of exposed meat had already summoned a horde of buzzing flies, burrowing under his skin every time it rose and fell with his uneven breathing.

She walks out of the room and I get up from my bed and walk to the bathroom. The first thing I saw was my face and I felt like I've risen from my own corpse, my cheeks have sunken too much, I've got dark bags under my eyes and my skin looks so pale and lifeless. And then my gaze moves to my left side of the neck, a huge patch of my skin has gone blue in color with purple spots and I see two holes in the center. This shit is agony! I sigh and carefully remove my clothes, my whole upper left side pains on even the slightest movement and look how easily these vampires drink and just forget what sin they did!

Even more so was he surprised that, based on the blood on the floor and still oozing from her back, she was even alive. Working silently, he stopped dabbing at the spilling fountain of blood when thin, white peach-fuzz seemed to grow from each exposed vein and tear, the fountain lessening as the small hairs reached out to one another and tightly coiled, gracefully knitting and pulling the gashes closed like laces to a corset. He wiped the rag once-over after the process slowed to a halt, the bleeding done and the once sickly skin now honey toned and healthy.

From a tiny crack in the window, sunlight was streaming into the pitch-black chamber and falling on the blood-spattered arms. The white shirt had been stained red by blood. The veins in the arms and shoulders were still green. His jawline was seductive, his long neck rested on the ideal collarbone. His large skull wound erupted in blood, spilling down his face to his strong chest. His broad skull wound erupted in blood, which then trickled down his cheekbones and into his powerful chest. His lips had ripped corners and were dry and bloodless. His eyes were puffy and thick.

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.

We follow to where Zara is standing and pale at the sight before us. A young man, with short blonde curly hair and fair skin, has been bound naked to a large tree, and I wish that was the worst of it. I’ve seen a lot in my time as Beta, but never have I seen anything this gruesome. He’s covered in blood and large black veins are protruding all over his body. There is a large gash across his abdomen that looks like it’s infected. Blood is pouring from the wound, but the blood has turned black, resembling tar and the smell has Ace and me on the brink of blowing chunks.

He always had a way of getting under my skin, but now, it seemed like it was just a part of who he was. I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror, examining my reflection from my face down to my tummy. I noticed that my body was regaining its natural stature as it was before. My skin, once pallid and lifeless, now had a hint of color and vitality. My cheekbones were more defined, and my eyes were brighter. Could it be the vampire blood that is inside my bloodstream?

He felt alone and helpless. Thin streams of blood flowing from the vampire's wounds stained the Nulliard's face. One of them flowed like a bloody snake into the nostril, the other into the limply parted mouth, the rest flowed randomly over the velvet dark steel skin, speckled with scratches, dripping onto the ground and staining the grass crimson. The world around them ceased to exist for them