Bump On Skin Filled With Blood Novels & Stories

The month was not too big, so it didn't take much effort. 00She walked to the blood collection port, sat on a high stool, and stretched out her arms. Her skinny skin was white and her blood vessels were easy to find, but the blood vessels were all on her arms, so she would still tie her arms with a cuff. After the blood vessels were exposed, and the alcohol swab was rubbed across her small arm, the doctor took the needle and was about to poke it into her skin.

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.

Like he was trying to make it easier for me. I looked at him. Really looked at him. His body was already giving up. His skin looked thin, almost like it was clinging to his bones. Dark lines ran under it, moving slowly like something alive inside him. His blood… it wasn’t even normal anymore. It was black, thick, and dead.

"She always finds out. You don't know my mama." Voss straightens. His patience hasn't broken. It's not that kind of patience. It's the deep cold kind that doesn't break, only shifts methods. He turns slightly and nods toward the kind-voiced man. The kind-voiced man reaches into his jacket. He takes out something small. A vial. Dark liquid inside that catches the moonlight in a way that makes my stomach do something cold and involuntary. He walks toward me slowly. And even though I don't know exactly what it is, my body knows. The thing under my skin knows. The weather inside me spikes so suddenly and so hard that I have to press both hands flat against the log to keep from reacting.

Blood spilled from it. He turned to look around, his eyes searching around for whatever had scratched his flesh off. There was no one within a mile radius. Then he focused on his arm and it started growing larger as animal fur sprouted from his skin, covering the injury. And when his arm returned to normal, the region had been completely healed. Suddenly an applause, totally unexpected, filled the still air. Derik turned and saw, leaning on a battered wall by the corner, Shady. He blinked in surprise when he saw Shady clapping.

His bushy brows and tightly sealed mouth seem to repeat to me, Cauterize, restore blood. It doesn't come out in a stream this time. Dense blue sprinkling leave my fingertips, they settle briskly on the stump and disappear as they land. I'm tempted to look at Saelyna's work, but I recall Veesa's sharp voice, and focus. Slowly, ever so slowly, the crunching of flesh and bone reports progress, until the wound is completely covered in a smooth curve and I can't see any more blood. I don't stop though. The iden comes in a flow now, as I order it to restore blood flow. Color returns to the arm, and gradually to his face.

Days passed by in a blur. Even my sight is blurry, like everything is in motion. My head is spinning like crazy and the vampire blood isn't helping at all. I winced in pain when I tried to remove the shreds of dead skin on my dry, cracked lips. I’ve been drinking vampire blood for almost a week now. It made my skin crawl, my throat parched and my eyesight blurry. It's like I'm being tortured before my death. My body has grown skinnier.

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.

At a glance, he appeared like a mad wild beast. The killing intent instantly turned into a terrifying airwave, and it rolled toward the surroundings. At that time, Brayden's figure trembled abruptly. Then, just when everyone thought he was exhausted due to losing too much blood, they saw Brayden's chest puffed up. The bulging was only about the size of a fist. After it appeared, it followed along Brayden's shoulders and moved toward his right arm. Then, it went down, passing by the elbow, reaching the wrist, and finally stopped at Brayden's palm.

I'm nothing to them! With the room empty, I surge towards Bryce's unconscious form on the bed, carefully extracting the bloated leeches and placing the creatures into a jar the quack doctors left, filled with other parasites. Gross! Bryce's skin color is still pale, and there are new wounds are on his inner-arms, caused by the fucking blood-letting. Fucking idiots! I check his pulse, the heart rate is fast and erratic, and his skin is hot. Goddammit!