Ice In My Veins Blood In My Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Blood pools from his mouth, the side of his head was impaled with shards of glass. His normally blue, iridescent eyes were coloured in red. And hazed as he looks at me. "Where is she? Where's Brian? " I hold his head up with my hand, squeezing the back of his next. Blood seeps from his mouth, and he gurgles to try talk.

One of the doctors pierces the tube running into my wrist with a syringe, injecting a bluish serum. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I feel the liquid finally reaching my veins, entering my blood circle with a burning sensation. Settling my gaze on Kai, I concentrate on his gorgeous face, even if it's distorted in a worried frown. My heart starts racing, though I can’t actually say if it’s the fluid or my anxiety. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes while the burning sensation expands in my body, circling through it with the bloodstream.

Richard Blood everywhere my eyes go—all I can see is blood splattered across the walls, staining the floor, and pooling in gruesome puddles. The metallic scent fills the air, overwhelming my senses and sending chills down my spine. It's sickening to think about the violence that must have occurred in this room. The sight of the blood-soaked scene makes my stomach churn, and I can't help but wonder what led to such a horrifying display. It's a haunting reminder of the fragility of life and the darkness that can reside within human beings.

Their spine turned numb from the agonizing pain from just his grip that kept getting tighter. Their elbows went numb from the agonizing jitter. Unfortunately, he didn't stop. In fact, his grip got tighter with each second crushing their bones even more refined powder. The blood vessels began to burst from the pressure. Their eyes turned blood-red and their veins on their foreheads popped out.

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.

But out of all the beauty in the world There's no one quite like you " Si Sage? But I will get blood from him yesterday in the same cubital area so he might not consent tomorrow. My eyes widened at Ricci, my eyes narrowed as I strained to look at his hand. He is my last choice when I choose all of them because I have to soak his arm in lukewarm water so that his veins will be visible even if you can see a little bit, I don't know, sometimes it's not that clear.

"Hang in there, Sarah," "What about sucking it out?" Lucy suggested. "Do you think it can work?" Sandra asked me, hope rising in her voice. It was unlikely. Venom travelled very fast once it reaches the bloodstream, sucking it out of her leg could cause an infection. It could also possibly cause harm to the person doing the sucking if it turned out they had a cut in their mouth. I kept quiet because I did not want to get anyone panicking any further, especially Sandra who seemed out of it a second ago.

I couldn’t risk contaminating our pack’s most sacred resource. I ignored the pounding of my skull due to the injury on my head. I had glanced at a reflective surface to see dark vine like veins on it. Something was happening, I should’ve known since due to the fact that blood dripped endlessly from it. I wiped the blood ahsin with the back of my hand, and it smeared thick across my fingers. My vision flickered again. Not again! I steadied myself against another tree, breathing through my mouth. “Jessica…” I muttered under my breath.

But this time, he forgot. The hit came from the blind side. Reeves' shoulder caught Sebastian square in the back, just below the neck. The impact was brutal. Sebastian felt his spine compress, his head snap forward, his teeth clack together. He was thrown into the boards face first, his helmet cracking against the glass. The world went white. He landed on the ice, facedown, unable to move. His ears were ringing. His vision was blurred. He could feel blood dripping from somewhere, maybe his nose, maybe his mouth. He tried to push himself up, but his arms would not listen.

The pain rolled through me in waves, deep and hot and suffocating, starting from my chest and spreading outward until my fingers tingled and my knees buckled. I stumbled to the bed and collapsed onto it, breath already coming in short broken pulls. Then it got worse. My vision blurred and then sharpened in a way that made no sense. I could see my arms. My chest. My hands clutching the sheets. But underneath that, deeper, I saw something else. My blood. I do not know how to explain it without sounding insane. I could see it moving. Dark. Too dark even. Not the bright red you see in textbooks or movies. This was thick and shadowed, almost black, rushing through my veins like it carried weight