Pockets Of Blood Under Skin Novels & Stories

He saw them then. Creatures. Twisted, mutated things, their forms barely recognizable as once-human. Their skin was a sickly grey-green, stretched taut over bone-thin frames. Their limbs were elongated and distorted, their movements jerky and unnatural. Their eyes glowed with a malevolent intelligence, reflecting the strange light of the cavern. They moved with a disturbing grace, their bodies slithering across the uneven floor, their long, clawed fingers dragging against the ground.

She finished. "What do you mean by a comprehensive check?" I queried. " I need to check every inch of her skin, for signs of a puncture. If it is what I think it is, then the puncture would have black veins running from it, by now. The black veins would be as tiny as threads for a needle and not as visible as normal black veins should be. Because this is the early stages." She explained. " What do you think this is?" " I think it's a blood enchantment."

All I could see was her. She was a wreck. Blood crusted under her nose. A long gash torn down her side where the beast’s claws had caught her. Her face was gray and sunken, her lips cracked. And her arm… I pulled back her torn sleeve and my heart stopped. The black veins. I’d heard about them. I’d seen them on the dying at the gates. But I’d never seen them on her, and the sight of them tore something open in me. They’d spread far past her wrist, past her elbow, climbing up over her shoulder, dark and thick and pulsing faintly under her skin like something alive.

I wiped the tears from my eyes with a furious hand, staring down at my wrist. I touched the soft skin with my fingertips, tracing the cobalt veins beneath. There was no festering wound, that ached it oozed dark blood, nor a scarlet sickle etched into my skin.

Muscles, tendons, veins; every aspect of her internal anatomy is on display peppered with bulging white pockets of infection. “We need to go, now!”

Like he was trying to make it easier for me. I looked at him. Really looked at him. His body was already giving up. His skin looked thin, almost like it was clinging to his bones. Dark lines ran under it, moving slowly like something alive inside him. His blood… it wasn’t even normal anymore. It was black, thick, and dead.

That's just the face. The body itself is even worse. Blood is pouring onto the ground in a giant puddle. It’s blackened and some of it has dried onto the ground. Not only is it in the puddle but it’s splattered all around the area in arcs. The chest has been skinned alive and the skin is completely missing. There is no sign of it. All we see is the muscle and bones that lay underneath it. The sternum and ribs are cracked open wide.

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

Under the dim emergency light, I saw it. On the skin just above my wrist, where a drop of my blood had splashed earlier when I wiped my face, a small mark had formed. It was not a scab, not a bruise. It sat under the surface, in the skin itself, pale and silvery, like a moon reflected in water. A simple shape. A small crescent, thin and sharp. When I touched it, a ripple shivered up my arm, into my chest, then out, faint and wide, like a pulse spreading through unseen water.

Mom was unbuckled, scrambling over the seat to get to me. I was lying on the floor, gasping for air. My vision was swimming with purple spots. I looked at my arm. It was ruined. The "stone" look was gone. The outer layer of grey, rock-like skin had been vibrated off. What was left was... terrifying. My arm was now a skeleton of black, obsidian-like crystal. It looked like charred glass. Inside the black bones, veins of purple light flowed like liquid neon. It pulsed. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.