Novel & Cerita Dried Blood Under Skin

That's just the face. The body itself is even worse. Blood is pouring onto the ground in a giant puddle. It’s blackened and some of it has dried onto the ground. Not only is it in the puddle but it’s splattered all around the area in arcs. The chest has been skinned alive and the skin is completely missing. There is no sign of it. All we see is the muscle and bones that lay underneath it. The sternum and ribs are cracked open wide.

I mean I need to drink blood ASAP. I have got this condition since I was a child that I can’t control my hunger when it comes to blood and if it somehow gets late or unavailable at the time of need I lose it and end up hurting some innocent and when I try to control myself from hurting any innocent I end up hurting myself and pass out for a weak with pale white dead skin until I get one whole week of recovery. “Fuck! You need blood, princess?” dad asked worried when Zach on alert too looking at me with worry while I cough holding my throat and spit out my blood.

Her throat went dry almost immediately. It was a desiccated corpse. Its skin was dark, shriveled, and dry. More than that, it was partially translucent, and she could see some bone just beneath. Long white hairs stuck out from the top of its head, and fell down in a few directions, like a mop. The corpse also had the remnants of a beard. This too was long and wispy. The corpse itself seemed so fragile that she feared it would crumble at her touch. So instead, she backed away from it.

My breathing grows heavier as the images reappear. Aerin’s hands on her waist. His mouth near her ear. My vision flashes gold. A low growl tears from my throat before I can stop it. Then my back burns. “Ahh!” I staggered to my feet and ripped my shirt off turning to the large mirror. Black veins have spread from where the Hollowed Vale vine had pierced me when Elara was pulling me out. I touched it and it pulsed. The edges look darker and thicker now. “What is this?” I whispered as I looked at the thing beneath my skin pushing outward.

He steps back toward the high table, setting his clipboard down on the metal counter with a soft click. “Let me see your arm, then. We will start with the upper limbs and check for any deep lacerations from your time in the woods.” He reaches out, his fingers wrapping firmly around my right forearm, pulling it slightly toward his chest so he can inspect the superficial scratches left by the frozen brambles. But as he pulls, my torso naturally twists, bringing his direct line of sight close to the lower half of my shirt where the dark, unmistakable stains of dried blood have soaked through the fabric near my lower spine.

“What?” Cass pointed to the base of a nearby tree. There, half-buried in the dirt, was a streak of something dark and drying. Blood. Next to it marks. Deep ones. Scratches carved into the bark like someone, or something, had been angry. Aiden’s breath came out in a puff. “That’s not… normal.” Cass was quiet. For once, the grin was gone. He crouched, reached out like he might touch the bark, then froze.

The next morning, early summer moonlight filtered into the den. I watched my body. A corpse can't hold back the laws of nature forever. The skin had begun to show dark mottling, wide patches of deep blue-grey spreading across the surface, discoloration from blood pooling after circulation stops. Between it all, the faint but unmistakable scent of wolf-rot had begun to leak out. When my mother came to rouse me for the day's preparations, her brow furrowed hard. "Why do you look like this? I told you to eat yesterday. Guess I have to fix this myself."

It wasn't a food stain. It was blood. Thick, dark, dried drops of blood, splattered across the cuffs of his trousers in a large frantic pattern.

"Is that okay?" "Yes." He grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and slowly pulled up the hem, revealing the bare expanse of her lower back to his gaze. She was beautiful. It was impossible to ignore that, even at a moment like this. But the sight of her blood dripping down her skin was quick to cool his desire. There was so much of it. Some had already dried against her skin, a dark red-brown that made the brighter, still-wet streaks look all the more obscene.