Bump On Skin Filled With Blood Novels & Stories

My heart stuttered in my chest, hope and fear warring inside me with equal ferocity. Right under my fingers, those ugly, thick blue veins that had been spreading across Ronan's jaw and neck like a spiderweb... they started to fade. It was like watching ink get washed from a shirt, the darkness dissolving under the gentle pressure of clean water. The dark, sickly purple color just began to recede, dissolving back under his skin as if it had never been there at all. His cheeks lost that awful, pasty grey look, a faint, healthy flush of pink starting to creep back into his jawline.

My eyes fall upon Carter, who is now the center of attention. His face is contorted in agony, and there’s a palpable sense of urgency in the air. As he staggers, I notice an alarming change – his jeans are rapidly turning a deep, unsettling shade of red. The color spreads ominously, a clear and undeniable sign of an injury. The bright red against the denim is stark and striking, signaling the severity of the situation. In what feels like slow motion, Carter's knees buckle, and he collapses onto the ground. Reacting immediately, I sprint over to Carter, my heart pounding with both worry and adrenaline. Kneeling beside him, I zero in on his leg, where the blood is visibly seeping through the f

I continued to squeeze. Its right eye – the one where an eye should be – ballooned outwards to almost twice the size of its counterpart. I could see the blood vessels engorging on the white of its eyeball, tiny splits appearing across the surface which began to seep blood, a violent burst of bloodied tears pouring down its face.

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.

The unmistakable scent of our own kind. “Radar?!?!” Sierra must smell it too and is faster than me to click on what’s wrong. Pushing me aside so she can move to him and throws herself on the ground to kneel beside him as he returns to human. His shoulder is covered in red oozing stickiness as it pours from a fresh wound and starts dripping on the floor at an awful rate. Now that he’s a fraction of the size as a person, the amount of blood is alarming and clear as day on human skin. Dark and oozing as his skin pales out.

I feel scratching to the door of my mind, like something is trying to get in. Opening my eyes and looking down at my wrists, the blood flow has slowed, nearly stopped. Hu? I think to myself, shouldn't I be dead them? As I stare at the blood colecting by the drain, I notice something isn't right, my blood, there's something weird about it, its darker than it should be and what is that? Quickly, I reach up and turn the shower off, before the water can wash away any more off my blood. With the water off I examine the foreign substance that was in my veins. Poking it with my finger tip, I sniff it, wolves bane or some hybrid version of it and something else I don't recognize. My skin starts to b

I whispered, “Let’s... stick with that.” His mouth twitched at that, barely there, like he didn’t quite believe me, like he didn’t quite believe himself either. “Yeah,” he echoed, quieter. Then, neither of us spoke, he simply straightened just enough to reach for the silver tube again. “This is for swelling,” he said. His thumb flipped the cap open with a soft click. “And it will also reduce bruising, keeps the blood from pooling under the skin.” I managed to give him a little nod, "Mhm..."

“You’re not hurt?” “No.” My voice came out steadier than I felt, which seemed to be the theme of the night. “Not physically.” His jaw ticked — that same tell from the car, except now I understood exactly what it meant. He was furious, and not at me. He crouched down beside Marco, who one of the medics was already working on, pressing gauze against the wound in his shoulder with quick, competent hands. “He’ll live,” the medic said without looking up. “Lucky. Missed the artery by an inch.”

Zara pondered over the word. Treason, explained by Góógle as the action of betraying someone. Jack betrayed Hunter for her. For her. She pondered over it closely and looked over at Jack's burning pènis. She recalled his skin starting to turn red when it was set ablaze. She was a doctor and she was aware that the skin turned red due to increased blood flow in response to heat. And as the temperature rose, blisters started forming. It caused the outer layer of his skin— known as epidermis in medical language— to begin to char. It then darkened from red to brown... Then into black.

Still, she clawed her way over to the body, dragging her injured knees on the ground. Though her mind was blank, it knew the true horror of what had happened and it was slowly accepting it. The closer she got to the body, the more she felt her blood boil rapidly. It wasn't a figurative speech, she indeed felt every drop of blood in her body boiling and surge through her. Her hand touched his hand and the cloud blocking her head cleared up abruptly. Blood rushed up to her eyes, covering the sclera, iris and pupil of her eyes. Bloody veins stretched from her neck to her eyes, encasing them like a mask.