Ink In My Veins Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 99: Fire in My Veins DAMIEN’S POV The curse struck without mercy. One second I knelt beside the bed with my heart laid bare, and the next, white-hot fire exploded through my entire body. It felt as if molten iron had been poured straight into my bones and now raced through every vein with vicious intent. I gasped sharply and clutched at my chest with both hands while my claws dug deep into my own skin. Dark veins bulged and spread rapidly across my arms and neck like living poison. My vision blurred with streaks of red and black, and every nerve ending screamed in agony.

Cayden pulled down the collar of his battered shirt, revealing the horrific, pitch-black veins already beginning to crawl up the side of his neck. "We are infected, Lu," Cayden whispered.

‎ ‎That’s when I saw it. ‎ ‎Starting at his fingertips and crawling up his wrist like living ivy were veins. But they weren't blue. They were black. Inky, terrifying lines that pulsed against his pale skin. ‎ ‎"It hurts," Jinx gasped, clutching his chest. "My heart... it feels heavy." ‎ ‎"Help!" I screamed, turning toward the fire. "Someone help! Kaelen!" ‎ ‎The chatter at the fire pit died instantly. Kaelen’s head snapped up. He saw me, saw the panic in my face, and was moving before I could take another breath.

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

he groaned. I reached out to help him pull the blanket tighter around his shoulders, but as my fingers brushed his collarbone, my hand froze. Right on the left side of his neck, exactly where my father had plunged the syringe, the skin hadn't fully healed. A thick, spiderweb pattern of pitch-black veins ran from his jawline down toward his shoulder. It looked like dead, poisoned ink trapped under his skin. "Silas," I said, my heart sinking into my stomach. "Does your neck hurt?"

IAN * * Drip. Pain. Drip. More pain. Drip. Pain that made the first pain look like a fucking massage. The wolfsbane kept hitting my bloodstream like liquid fire, the poison currently dripping into my vein through a thin IV line that I wanted to rip out and shove through the wall.

That final foot would never land. The hand gripping the sword began to shake. At first, just a faint tremor in the knuckles. Then his entire hand convulsed violently, like an old man too frail to hold a teacup steady. He stared down at his own hand, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints. Black veins erupted beneath his skin, starting from his fingertips. They didn't surface from the outside. They leaked upward from within his blood vessels, every dark line spreading along the pathways of his veins.

They are gone now. A scowl sets on my face as I rush to the pack house. An itchy feeling in my veins makes me freeze again and I fail to make it to the pack house. I look around myself as if I can sense danger, feel it deep in my bones. Something is wrong. A voice once more whispers in my ears, awakening all my senses. It’s like the potion in my bloodstream comes alive, breaking all restraint and I feel the veins creeping up my body. This time, the veins don’t appear in my neck, the veins appear in my hands.

He looks up as I enter, his expression guarded but there’s something else beneath it now. Something unsettled. “You said this was urgent,” he says. “It is.” I don’t move further into the room immediately. I just… look at him. And the moment I do my breath catches. There, clear as daylight. Black veins. They spider out from his chest, branching across his skin beneath his shirt like cracks spreading through glass. They pulse faintly, alive with something dark, something wrong, radiating outward from his heart. For a second, I can’t move because this...

He is relieved I can feel that much but apart from that my body's all numb. I want to leap out of the bed and burrow myself in him but am stopped by something. Finally, the blood starts flowing in my veins which allows me to move a bit. Looking down at my hands with great effort, I find the answer to my uncomfortable feeling. I've been injected with an IV. Why?