Ink In My Veins Novels & Stories

he said. He drove the needle into his own brachial artery with the practiced calm of a man who had seen a thousand battlefields. Then, he pressed the other end into mine. The connection was a jolt of raw, human heat. I felt his blood, steady and quiet, mixing with my own frantic, virus-laden stream.

He tied the rubber band around my arm, then tapped the vein in the crook of my elbow. "Make a fist for me." I did. The needle went in sharply and quickly, so I looked away. I'd never liked needles and never would. "You're doing great." Dr. Chen said. His voice was gentle and reassuring. I watched the vial fill with dark red blood from me. For some reason, I thought about Mr. Anders. About the fact that his blood was in me now. Running through my veins and keeping me alive. That was strange to think about. You know, that part of him was part of me now.

She mutters under her breath but I pretend not to hear her. What would I say? How the fuck would I answer that? “Reuben, your back…” She gasps touching my bullet wound which earns a wince from me. “I’m fine…” I protest as she lifts my T-shirt up and touches my bare skin. As she touches me, she leaves tingles in her quake. I can’t but help lean into her touch. “Something is spreading into your veins.” She comments and I can hear the slight fear in her voice. I’ve seen it before. It would look like luminous green as the poison started to work its way through my veins, changing their colour.

I blinked my eyes several times and exhaled in annoyance as I searched for a suitable vein to poke. "Why do you smell like a thick pine forest," I heard him ask and glanced up at him. I shrugged and replied, "I live in a pine forest, perhaps it's rubbed off on me." I heard him mumble something inappropriate about rubbing something and ignored it as I inserted the needle and attached an empty vial. "Sorry once again about your mate, I know how painful loss can be," I mumbled softly and he looked at me oddly.

“I am. I just need to get some blood and then we can begin.” “Awesome. You may begin.” I said as I sat down in the chair and provided my arm. Quietly, she wrapped a blue massive rubber band around my arm. Successfully pinching my artery off. After pumping my hand a few times, she found the vein she wanted. For some reason, it didn’t bother me to watch her stick me into my veins and draw out the blood. In the past, it has but not today.

He held the injection, shut his eyes, and plunged the needle into his vein. Vincenzo’s body jerked violently the moment the needle plunged deep. The liquid fire burned straight through….hot, chemical and merciless. His teeth ground together so hard a molar nearly cracked; blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, mixing with the fresh stream already leaking from his nose. He collapsed forward onto his knees at the edge of the red lake, palms slamming into the damp earth. The world tilted. Colors bled. The water before him turned black, then crimson, then black again, pulsing in time with the hammer blows inside his skull.

One, the one Zadkiel referred to as the rational one, was telling him to inject it because it was for the greater good but the other, the foolish one, was whimpering, begging and pleading him to not do it. He let out a puff of air, sweat was already forming on his forehead but he was going to do it. He rolled up his sleeve and pointed his syringe to his left arm’s median cubital vein. He hissed at the slight pinch and injected the material inside the vein. As soon as the tank of the syringe started to empty into his body, his veins started popping out. He could see the whole circulatory system of his arm. He threw the syringe on the floor and whimpered in pain as he fell back, his back was a

No, it does not seem like it. The energy that pulsates through my veins makes me sweat. It's like a wave of fire that courses through me, traveling from one vein branch to the next. The sensation grows stronger, overwhelming me. I feel as if I'm being consumed by a force beyond my control. My vision blurs, and I collapse to the ground, my consciousness fading.

I shake the small bottle that holds fresh blood and let the magic within me surface. Black vines akin to veins rise, curling and swirling under my skin and climbing down my arms. I recite the words I was taught and the bottle lights up. I didn’t need the light at that moment, but I liked to look at it. Soon enough I let it dim and placed the bottle back in my pocket. Ready for use when the time comes. I happened to peer in the mirror and catch a smudge of nasty sickness on my chin. I quickly wipe it off and think about Rhett.

More veins stretched downward beneath his collar. "What is that?" I asked, rushing toward him. But the veins were spreading from the source of the injury. At the back of his neck, deep claw marks had turned a dark purplish blue. I could not even begin to understand what I was looking at.