Ink In My Veins Novels & Stories

Mahaba niyang litanya, in short, i-observe ko before doing it. Alright, let me try. "Oh, there." He uttered, I looked at my hand at may nalutang na black veins. I wiggled my fingers, sumasabay ang mga ito. Pero nawala ulit. "Sayang." I spat. It turned into some kind of liquid form. "Inumin mo." Saad ni venom. “Ang alin?” I asked, don’t tell me- “Ayang dugo mo.” He said with a serious tone. “Gago ka ba?” I asked, bakit ko naman iinumin ‘to!?

The crack of stone reverberated, dust raining down around them. Kael’s mouth opened, some excuse ready, but my gaze caught on Kiara’s veins. They were darker than night, and spreading faster than normal. Poison. The doctor’s words from earlier whispered back. It’s not just her injuries. Something foreign is spreading through her veins My vision narrowed, but I knew where the hell needed my urgent attention. I turned, slow, deliberate, and stalked toward Kael. He writhed against Rhian’s grip, but I could see it in his eyes, he knew what I was about to say

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A flood of tags and being mentioned in comments. What an exciting turn my life took. I didn’t bother checking my inbox or notification. I rested my mouse on the ‘X’ that signifies the close of a tab and paused. What if… if I find a clue about blood vessels and blood codes here? I knew immediately that the idea was far-fetched but who was it going to hurt? ‘You! When they can trace your location!’ My inner goddess said crossly. There! I muttered after double-checking that the location was switched off and to be safe, I even used a VPN.

“Every night. Every time I watch someone here die because of a choice I made or didn’t make.” Jax’s voice came from somewhere behind me, strained. “For the record, I think this is a terrible idea. And I will be very mad at you if you die again.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. My hands were shaking so hard I had to clench them into fists to hide it. Then I stepped into the ink. It was… cold. Not in a water way. In a void way. It didn’t splash around my boots; it yielded like thick gel, then clung, seeping into denim, numbing my skin in a prickling tide.

"I don't like waiting, Papa! Come on, let's get out of here. I came on purpose so they would arrest me, and so I could meet you." *** GIN After Raff left, I felt in pain. I clutched my chest. The heart behind my tangled bones beats fast. My red blood vessels turned black slowly. "Why me? This hurts so much!" I raised both palms in front of my face. Along the surface of my hand appeared intertwining bluish veins. "Aah!" I held my head, which hurt excruciatingly. Something felt like it was sticking out of my forehead. I felt the lump, which was excruciating pain.

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

She leaned over and put two shots into the man, making sure he stayed down. Then she heard another series of shots and her arm exploded in pain as silver bullets ripped through it in two places. She quickly collapsed to her knees, trying to avoid going into shock. She'd never been hit with silver before, and it made the night she was killed and brought over seem like a flu shot. The substance seemed to infect her blood, searing through her veins like liquid fire.

There were dark lines crawling under his flesh, veins gone black like ink spilled through water. “Started this morning,” he said quietly. “I thought it was nothing. Stress. But…” He trailed off. His voice shook. Luca’s face drained of color. He pulled back his own cuff. Same thing. Black veins spiderwebbing beneath pale skin. The air left my lungs. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not possible.” But when I looked down at my own hands, at the faint shadows starting to bloom beneath the surface, I knew it was real. The silence that followed was deafening.

Shadowy, black veins spreading outward like poison. My breath stopped. My hands trembled as I pressed them against his chest. “Kale… what is this?” His jaw tightened. He tried to pull away, but I gripped him harder. “Don’t you dare hide this from me,” I hissed, tears burning my eyes. “Don’t you dare.” His lips parted, pain flashing across his face. Finally, he whispered, “The wine. The poison. It’s still in me.” The world tilted. My stomach dropped. “No.”