I Got Ice In My Veins Blood In My Eyes Novels & Stories

The symptoms were exactly as Hazel had described them. All seven of them were unconsciousness, sweating and had black veins under their skin. What confused her though, was the location and spreading of the veins. Six people only had few black veins in the abdominal area, while the seventh… it was hard to find places were he hadn't any. Not that she'd seen their whole bodies herself, but the doctor, an old man with glasses, had described it to her and he had taken off the seventh man shirt to let her see.

I watch the more bags were filled up with blood and just as black dots connect in my vision. I slowly wish my life will end as well.

If he didn't happen to have it, I would probably explode and die just from soaking in ice water. As soon as I left the ice water, my body heated up again. Ice water could only temporarily relieve the symptoms and couldn't really detoxify me. But my amber eyes were extremely cold. As the antidote was injected into my body, I lay on the sofa with my eyes closed. As time passed, my rapid breathing gradually became steady. My scarlet amber eyes also gradually returned to normal. But I was extremely exhausted. Completely powerless. After Dr. Harold Bennett helped me re-bandage the wounds on my hands and body, he got up and poured a glass of water for me.

There's so much blood slithering across the ice surface that it shakes me. I have never seen her bleeding so much before. "Iv!" I tap her cheek. "Hey! Open your eyes, dammit! Stay with me", I panic, heavily breathing. She shudders, getting back to her senses again. "Huh!" She mumbles. "Am— I— stuck yet?" "Thankfully, no", I let out a sigh and press her against my chest. "Just don't pass out, please. I need to take you to the hospital right now"

We would build a family together and live happily ever after. But in that instant, my dreams were shattered. I had no idea how I returned home. Dead silence enveloped the house, and Chase's words kept lingering in my mind. I met him when I was 18. That year, I got stranded on an alpine mountain while traveling alone. I was on the brink of death. As a snowstorm raged around me, I felt the cold seeping into my body, draining me of consciousness. It was as if my blood had frozen. Everything before me blurred into a vast, white void. I had no idea how long I could hold on—in fact, I was mentally prepared to be buried beneath the snow.

Just a little further. Every movement was agony. The pain wasn’t only in my arm now. It was everywhere … in my bones, in my chest, behind my eyes, a deep burning that pulsed with every heartbeat. The black veins had spread past my shoulder. I could feel them under my skin like hot wires, threading toward my heart. I pulled myself forward another foot and felt something warm slide down my lip. I touched it, and just like I suspected, it was blood from my nose. It dripped onto the pale stone beneath me, splattering on the stony ground.

My face in the mirror looks like it doesn’t belong to me. Sweat clings to my forehead, my lips are pale, and my eyes—something’s wrong with my eyes. The whites look pink. Blood vessels strained. I twist the faucet and splash water on my cheeks, but it doesn’t help. A knock. “Calla? You good?” Ava. “Just peeing,” I lie. She doesn’t push. I shut the door and slide down against it, pulling my knees up. My fingertips throb. The skin around my nails looks red, swollen, like they’re bruised from the inside. My big toe pulses like something’s pushing up from beneath.

I closed my eyes for a second and tried not to think about anything. I heard a loud crash and opened my eyes. Pieces of glass were flying around in the car. I looked at the driver and his head was on the wheel. I was still seated behind the passenger's seat but my head hurt a lot. Placing my left hand by the left side of my head and bringing my hand to my eyes I saw a liquid substance, is that blood? I asked myself. It was my blood, I tried taking in my surroundings and trying to understand what just happened. The door opened and someone dragged me out of the car.

He begins to tremble, sweat sliding down his temples. "Dude, what are you doing?" He asks, his voice trembling. My vision turns a bright red but I begin to see things more clearly, like the veins under the skin of his neck. The blood in his veins seems to be calling out for me. So, I pin him to the wall, not sensing or seeing anything but my thirst for blood.

Rain mixed with blood has filled the streets. A green-eyed man was looking at the shards of glass that had been mixed with blood. He tries to move. However, the pain all over his body and his expensive suit, couldn't disguise the wounds inflicted on the man's body. Blood kept coming out of his head, and flowing into his eyes.