Dried Blood Under Skin Novels & Stories

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.

I took in his injuries, starting with the back of his bald head where dried blood had pooled. His back had long purplish marks that winded up to the sides of his ribcage. Looked like he had been beaten up with something that stretched like rubber. The marks were deep enough to leave lacerations. The blood had dried up along the lines but the damage was clearly visible.

Their eyes widened at the body's state. Skin and bones. Pale and blue complexion. Blood covered his body and he also seemed to have cried blood. Art guessed that behind those closed lids, his eyeballs would be found missing.

This wetness is called tears! And I am…crying! Raising my hand to wipe away the annoying wetness, I stop midway, for I notice something under my nails, something red that makes me disgusted. Blood? but why is there blood under my nails?! I look at the doctor, begging her for answers but I see she is busy, she has a…syringe in her hand, and she is injecting it in this thin transparent tube, I follow the tube and I see that it is attached to my hand!

I said. Dr. Brett shook his head slowly. He moved to the body closest to him and pointed to the face, then to the inside of the forearm where the dark veins ran heaviest. “That’s what I thought initially,” he said. “But look here… and here.” He pointed at the neck, where the skin had pulled slightly tight against the jaw, the tissue underneath visibly sunken. “The discoloration, skin condition, and the way the tissue has contracted… this how it’s when someone drowns.” He paused. “It looks more like they died from severe blood loss. Like something pulled it out of them.”

Inside is a dried drop of red liquid that glints strangely. “I took this from the sand in the Obsidian Arena,” Dorian says casually. “What is that?” “They all said no blood was spilled when you defeated the Feral Beast. I quite disagree, to trained eyes, dust cannot hide everything.” A sense of unease creeps over me. “What do you mean?” “Your blood.” Dorian slowly rotates the small vial in his fingers, as if stealing a sample during a deadly trial were nothing unusual. “It is very interesting, Reeve.”

But the clothes piled on a steel table beside the body were the same ones he saw Travis wear last night, without so much as a stain on them. "Now, look at this," the pathologist pointed. Vince lifted a scalpel and punctured the corpse's arm. A fine red powder spilled from the opening, like he had poked into a bag of rusty sand. "What is that?" Cole asked. "That is blood, my friend. Extremely dehydrated blood." "What could possibly do that?" "That certainly is the million dollar question of the day, now isn't it? For blood to turn to a powder like this would take a sizable heat source or be freeze dried. The outside of the body would start to burn at such a temperature -- but as you can see,

Aminah tiptoes upstairs and gets her towel to bathe. As she was taking a bath she glanced at herself in the mirror and noticed a trace of dry blood on her face and neck, the handkerchief did not entirely remove them fully a while ago. The dullness of it her skin felt itchy yet her scratching doesn't do any help, rubbing it doesn't do anything either, and washing it for a long time can’t get rid of the pain she feels.

I tell him and his smile immediately disappears. Drops of blood drip onto the cement floor, the stream inconsistent yet steady. I’ve been careful not to nick any arteries. Streams of crimson cover the naked body strung up in front of me, red rivers cutting paths through the dirt and grime covering his skin. Down his hairy stomach and flaccid cock. He’s barely keeping his head upright at this point.