Dried Blood Under Skin Novels & Stories

“Do you like me like this, baby brother?” His body looked disfigured. There were three bullet wounds on his body; one by his side–close to his ribs, one by his waist–right above his waistband, and the other on his shoulder. They had been covered by a band aid. Just as Hayden stared at the wounds, Jarrod ripped out the band aid, exposing the skin underneath. As the band aid was ripped, the open skin emitted a small liquid, a mixt of yellow and red. Now bare to Hayden’s eyes, he could see that they looked gnarly and a tad bit infected.

Am I? She adjusts back, raising her upper body to stare at me. I trace her gaze to my body. . . I don’t see anything. Hazel runs her fingers down my neck. No wonder I couldn’t see what she was looking at! “It’s dried blood. Give me a second, let my get a first aid.”

She looks hargard for her skin white and pale like a vampire who hasn’t fed for years. Her lips was faded red, her hair color faded into brown and her nails became extremely sharp and dry. Brandon could clearly see the liquid solution passing through her veins and spreading gradually. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and her body color changed. She groaned silently moving her fingers slightly then her feet. She slowly opened her eyes to see the world again.

His limbs were all broken, and he was covered in dried blood. The dressings on Samuel's head and his clothes were tattered, messy, and bloodstained. Moreover, he reeked of a strong smell of rust. As for the ground beneath Samuel, it already sunk into a deep pit, which had dense cracked lines. In between the cracks was Samuel's blood that dried, and the red appearance was enough to scare others.

The note had once been pristine—perhaps just a scribbled warning or plea—yet now it looked like a fragment of a nightmare. I hesitated, then carefully peeled the note from the cold, sticky flesh of his patient. The skin was necrotic in patches, and the paper clung as if it were a part of him—tightly bonded. With a wet, sucking sound, he peeled it away, tiny shreds of decay peeling off with it. The message was brutally simple: “DROP DEAD.”

"Alright, we need to run a test for her, a blood, urine and abdominal ultrasound, so that we can further check what is going on, though, what we suspect here is she is having appendicitis, but still we will base on the test result first." "Okay, doc, thank you so much." The mother remarked, and I was ready to walk out on them when I spotted something in her arms. There is a little blood clot under her skin, but it seems she has a lot, so I attempt to pull up her trousers and see more in her thighs and legs. "Oh, I almost forgot, she is having those things in her skin, and I thought she just stumbled somewhere since she used to play football with her friends." "Does she experience nose bleedi

She folds it neatly, then presses it gently to Melissa’s wrist. Theon frowns. “She’s gone, Lumina. You don’t need to—” “I know she’s gone,” Lumina cuts in, her voice tight. She lifts the strip, revealing a smudge in the faint light—reddish-brown, barely visible. Bianca’s brows draw together. “That’s… dried blood.” “Yes.” Lumina folds the cloth again, her hands precise, her jaw locked. “It’s hers.” Bernardo tilts his head. “And you need it why?”

"Come on, Harlan. We are on the same team. If something is wrong with you, I need to know. Is it drugs? Some kind of medical condition?" Kane let out a short laugh with no humor in it. "Not drugs. Not a condition. Just leave me alone." "You almost shifted or something on the ice," Elias pressed, voice low. "I saw claws starting to come out. Do not tell me that was nothing." Kane stepped around him. "You are imagining things, Voss. Game is over. Go celebrate with the guys." Elias followed him toward the door. "I know what I saw. Your ribs right now. Let me see how they look."

And here's why people think vampires drink blood. A lack of knowledge about the (very gross) things that happen to the human body certainly stoked the notion. "As a corpse’s skin shrinks, its teeth and fingernails can appear to have grown longer," National Geographic points out. "And as internal organs break down, a dark 'purge fluid' can leak out of the nose and mouth." When a body suspected of vampirism was dug up, the appearance of that purge fluid could be mistaken for blood, giving the impression the deceased had consumed something (when they were actually expelling it).

I was wondering why, but before I could push the door completely open and look inside, the sickening scent of a mixture of fresh and dried blood with vomit, sweat, pee, dust, and dirt inside reached my nose. Feeling weak and shocked by what he must have witnessed, Bryson involuntarily let go of the door, which opened widely. I looked around and saw the severe state Glenda was in, surrounded by some of her warriors who had fallen and died from the loss of blood and countless wounds. Stepping forward, I stared at her blankly, eyes wandering from her head down to her toes. I narrowed my eyes and stared at her forehead, which had a marking on it. By the swelling, I’d say it’s newly made and won’