Dried Blood Under Skin Novels & Stories

The next couple of photographs were of her wrists and ankles. The wrist bones were light and delicate. The skin lying over them showed no abrasions. No rope burns but there was a faint residual marking. There was a two-inch-wide band that was slightly bluer than the rest. Very slightly bluer. Almost not there at all, but perceptible and slightly swollen, compared to the rest of her forearm. Definitely raised. The exact opposite of a compression. “Found anything?” DI Silver was standing over me holding a thin file. I had been so engrossed that I hadn’t even heard him come into the room.

He is talking about his wife here, whose life could be taken at any time. He felt his shoes get caught on a thorn as he started to walk once again. He felt uncomfortable because of it. Blood was found on the stick when he activated his touch light and flashed it on the object he had stepped on. He gave it a thorough inspection and observed the suspiciously dense layer of dried leaves on the ground. Dry leaves could only be found there. With his legs, Din strewn the leaves. Yet again, he could see the blood, and when he knelt down to touch it, he found that it was still fresh.

Sweet fuck, let this be over soon. Her left leg pushed into my hip. Shit. Her other leg. Not to mention the backs of her legs. I was going to implode. Or die. Can someone die from blue balls? Is that a thing? It had started out fine. Very platonic. I could feel the fluid sitting just beneath her skin. Felt it move out of the way under the light force of my hands. Her skin was losing that puffiness that accompanied the purple and blue colors. At least in her lower legs. Her ankles looked almost normal now.

She smiled in response to his words and continued walking towards the main door. However, she had just passed him a few steps when he called her and told her that the police had found a large number of bottles of dried blood in an abandoned construction site near the outskirts of the city. According to analysis from the Institute of Criminal Science, that blood sample was similar to the dried blood collected in the house she once rented to Lucasta and a man named Samson. - Really? I also really want to know who concentrated that dried blood while we spent so much time without any results. – Aurora tried to act calm and spoke.

Dried blood was on both her ankles and her wrists. She couldn’t stand as she was feeling pins and needles in all of her extremities, I waited until she felt she could stand. She quickly sat back down again feeling dizzy. Removing my t-shirt, I cautiously lifted her arms so I could put the t-shirt on her. It would fall to her knees and cover her up modestly. Still bothered by not being able to smell her, I pull her up into my arms and nuzzle her neck softly.

As it dimed, there were more strange things. They began to wither, and their colors dimmed, forming a strange thick layer of skin. Because it had dried up, the end of the blood person's four limbs had been squeezed out of its original shape. Just like that, 20 fingers were formed on his limbs. Then, the skin of the blood person's body began to dry up even more, but at the same time, its color became yellower. Because of its existence, the blood person was no longer a blood person, but more like something wrapped in dried cowhide, which was similar to a human corpse.

"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.

"Check your chest. Now." My hand flew to my sternum before I was even fully awake. I sucked in a breath. It rattled like a bag of dry gravel. The brand—the jagged 'X'—didn't just glow anymore. The skin around it had turned a sick, necrotic purple. Black veins branched out from the center, crawling toward my collarbone like ink dropped in water. It pulsed. A low, wet throb that made my vision swim with static.

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

He tilts his head to his side due to which his cloak slips down from his head, revealing a face that will provoke a nightmare in anyone’s sleep. His is as pale as a sheet. His eyes are bloody red and his pupils are silver in color. The skin on the left side is cracked and sunken in, which is in total contrast to the smooth and tender skin towards the other side of his face. The skin on the jaw on his left is so thin that his teeth could be seen easily. Moreover, the skin on the left keeps flaking and thus, pieces of his rotten skin keep flying off every time he moves his jaw.