Guide Is Thicker Than Blood の小説・ストーリー

And the color began to spread. It started at the blood—a thin line that widened, darkened, became a thread, then a rope, then a river of deep, rich crimson that flowed through the white like a crack in a glacier. It didn’t run downward or upward, but outward, in all directions, carving channels in the nothingness, filling the emptiness with veins of color that pulsed and throbbed with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. *Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.*

Luckily I am human or the knife would poison my blood. "Let me help," Thumas offers while hastily taking the knife from my hands. I winch as he makes a tiny cut across the tip of my forefinger and a little blood oozes out. It's surprisingly red in colour like normal blood. I cannot spot anything special about it. It would be really embarrassing if I put it in Lior's mouth and nothing changes.

As long as they could squeeze out the stagnant blood, the patient would wake up and temporarily be out of danger. "Dr. Ballard, please trust Bailey. He's an expert in this field." Madeline looked nervously at Sebastian. "It's alright. I'm administering treatment. As long as Rex wakes up, I'm confident that I can cure him." Sebastian was very calm as he stared intently at Rex. Sebastian held on tightly to Rex's arm with difficulty as he tried to squeeze out the stagnant blood, but patients in that condition had very viscous blood, which made it very difficult to get it out.

His blood was thick and red, the blood of warriors. Lucien came last. He hesitated for the briefest of moments, watching the blade with an unreadable expression. Then he drew it across his hand and held it over the bowl. His blood fell in slender rivulets, darker than Kael’s, tinged with an eerie shimmer. Their blood swirled together in the bowl—garnet, crimson, obsidian—forming patterns that pulsed faintly, as if stirred by an unseen current. A silence deeper than magic settled in the room.

Whenever I touched him, I burned my hands, and my fingers were so cold that each of my touches hurt him. Blood kept oozing from his open lip. Thick, fresh blood: it looked dark. I still remember what it looked like when it changed its color on my shivering hands. It was no longer red at all. but nearly black, and could have been mistaken for ink as it ran over my fingers.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Instead, I became more wide awake. Sweat ran into my eyes and mouth. I shook my head, dispersing the drops. I began to feel liquid running all over my body. This time, it did not feel like sweat. The liquid was thicker and more viscous. I sniffed and smelled the salty, vaguely rusty smell of blood. Quickly, I looked down at myself and saw the blood like a coat of paint, covering me from head to toe.

Adrian gestured for Padraig to go on. "Look here. This drawing looks like a person lying on the platform. This thickest line here seems to be the blood vessels around a human's neck. These connecting thinner lines are a network of capillaries. The blood vessels in our bodies are dense and difficult to identify by the naked eye, but this drawing is extremely detailed. In fact, I don't think it's a drawing at all." "You may be right." Adrian nodded. "Our ancestors were really good at these things, so you may be onto something. However, if these are blood vessels, does that mean we can only activate the mechanism using blood?"

I desired to see but my eyes couldn't comply with my wishes as what I saw was unexpectedly blurry. The strange effect suddenly phased off as I gazed at the reflection of myself in the mirror. I drove my right fingers through my hair and I watched this with my half opened eyes. When I was aware that I saw a thick goo flowing down from my nostrils and reaching for medial cleft, my eyes suddenly widened up. I was unaware of such situation and I had no idea of what this was. I touched it with my index finger and realised that it was blood.

She tried to concentrate enough to will the sky to return to its previous state, but to her astonishment, it only darkened even further. "What's going on?" Adea muttered to herself. She soon realized the water felt thicker than before. She turned her head over to look at the water. It was almost too dark to see clearly, but the substance in which she lied had become thick and dark in color like maroon. At first, Adea thought it was merely reflecting the obscure light of the heavens above her, but it did not take long to realize the horrifying truth: the water had turned to blood.