Bump On Skin Filled With Blood Novels & Stories

The thin blue squiggly veins are his paper-white skin pulsate. I search the now emptied space and find Arthur standing weakly. The gash on his forehead has been reopened and he has blood matted all over his fur it’s hard to tell the source of the injury. Zack stands with much trouble, gripping at his side. His lip is split and his one arm dangles at an awkward length.

Jules told her rising from the bed, and taking Harry’s hand, drawing them out into the hall. “Fuck, that is a buzz,” Toby stood by the bed, his sleeves rolled back to allow for the gloves. Samuel looked down at his own arms. Just above the cuff, he could see the faint black lines of his veins becoming visible. At the moment, they looked deep within his skin, but he remembered that they would not stay that way. They would become more prominent, rising into ridges along his limbs, spreading up his arms, over his shoulders and his chest… “We’d best be on our way,” he said to Ember. “If you are ready?”

"Are you hurt?" He exhaled through clenched teeth, his jaw tight. "Yes… Ever since that witch’s magic hit me, I feel like my blood is on fire. And it keeps getting worse." Concern flooded her features as she took a step closer, her fingers hovering near the fabric of his shirt. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned the top of it and pushed it aside, revealing the wound beneath. A bright red mark burned against his skin, its edges pulsating like embers from a dying fire. Her breath hitched at the sight of it. This wasn’t an ordinary injury, this was dark magic still festering inside him.

I turned to Rue whilst Aien took the water away. “I am fine,” Rue said but did not reveal his arm. “You do not have to…” I gripped his wrist, and he cried out in pain. His fingertips were blue around the nails and cold to the touch. He did not stop me from unwinding the bandage, his eyes closing as he set his head back onto the cushions. The last layer came away sticky, peeling away the skin, and we both drew in a shuddering breath, his in pain and mine in horror. Rue’s arm had blackened along the lines of his vein whilst the blood had oozed like ink…

He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim. I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

The sloppy creature made its way to the illumination, and it broke my heart. In the marble, the creature smeared blood. It was oozing from its thick, gelatinous belly. It has swollen so high that its bones stuck out from its skin. Its skin was charred, burnt like the colour of charcoal, it had cuts around its body, all of which grew seemingly disturbing bubbles of god knows what. And on top of all this humongous monstrosity, sat the face of a woman with tired, hopeless, bloodshot eyes. "K-Kill me..." it begged.

Its stomach was slightly bulged. Uno’s eyes, nose, and mouth bled and the room started to reek of blood.

It was a pressure, a physical weight behind my ribs that needed to escape. The heat flooded my shoulder first. It felt like liquid glass pouring into my veins. I heard Ronan’s breath hitch. I opened my eyes. The two smallest gashes were already beginning to knit. The skin crawled, drawing together in a series of tiny, frantic tugs. The blood didn't just stop. It was absorbed back into the tissue. Within seconds, the shallowest wounds were gone, replaced by smooth, unscarred skin that looked like it had never known a claw.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

"I’m going for a walk. Just... I need air." He turned and walked out of the barn. During his walk, he came across a small stream and knelt by it. He splashed water on his face, trying to wash away the heat in his skin. He ripped the bandage off his shoulder and looked at the wound. The hole was still open, the size of a quarter. The flesh around it wasn't red or pink like a normal wound. It was gray. That was not the only thing that was unusual about it. There was a web-like vein spreading from the wound all the way to his neck.