Pockets Of Blood Under Skin Novels & Stories

My feet touched the cold floor and I stood up, and that’s when I felt it. The inside of my right thigh burned. I looked down, the mark was still there. Two small punctures, perfectly aligned, just above the femoral artery. The skin around it was reddish, but not inflamed. The punctures weren’t bleeding. They had no scab. They looked… fresh. As if they had been made minutes ago, not hours. And around them, a purple luminescence so faint that I could have convinced myself it was my imagination. It wasn’t.

Without a doubt Kristoff says that Selene has blood vessel damage, or in medical terms is referred to as a Hematoma. Hematomas are an abnormal collection of blood outside the blood vessels, which can be characterized by the appearance of lumps or skin becoming purplish red. Hematomas occur when blood vessels are damaged causing blood to come out into the tissues. Hematomas can occur in any part of the body, such as under the nails, under the scalp, inside the ear lobe, or the most dangerous in the brain.

He pulled it up with visible effort, the motion slow, uneven, as though each inch of it dragged against resistance inside his own body. The wound came into view. Adelaide’s breath caught and did not release. It wasn’t just the damage itself, though that alone was enough to make her stomach turn, the slash across his chest deep and jagged, the edges torn rather than clean, blood darkening the fabric and skin alike. It was what lay beneath it. Or rather, what was spreading from it. Thin lines of red traced outward from the wound beneath his grey skin, branching in delicate, web-like patterns that pulsed faintly, almost in time with his heartbeat, though not quite. They didn’t bleed.

Gone. The room became quiet. Too quiet. Just the fire crackling softly. Just my heart beating fast. Just the wind outside the windows. I walked slowly toward the mirror. Big mirror. Gold frame. Fancy. I looked small in it. Lost. With shaking hands, I moved my hair away from my neck. Slow. Scared of what I'd find. At first, nothing. Just skin. Pale. Normal. The same as always. Then... A faint silver glow appeared under my skin. Soft. Pulsing. Like moonlight trapped inside me. Like something waking up. Something alive.

“It’s not an animal attack, seeker Carter. Look at the veins.” Raven kneeled silently. His movements were supple that of one Mannes, who used to move in dangerous places. He did with the gloved fingers over the neck of the dead. The skin was freezing, but that was not the disturbing. The veins under the skin glowed in a deep, unnatural carmesine red – as if the blood was crystallized in its veins and with an aggressive, foreign frequency. “This is not a normal death,” Raven confirmed, and his deep, rough voice seemed to the

She walks out of the room and I get up from my bed and walk to the bathroom. The first thing I saw was my face and I felt like I've risen from my own corpse, my cheeks have sunken too much, I've got dark bags under my eyes and my skin looks so pale and lifeless. And then my gaze moves to my left side of the neck, a huge patch of my skin has gone blue in color with purple spots and I see two holes in the center. This shit is agony! I sigh and carefully remove my clothes, my whole upper left side pains on even the slightest movement and look how easily these vampires drink and just forget what sin they did!

No blood appeared. Yet beneath pale skin, ancient crimson symbols slowly emerged. Two lines of unfamiliar numbers and runes. They crawled along the paths of her veins. Flashing. Counting down. Etching themselves permanently into flesh. A blood-red covenant of life and death.

Avery stood in the shadows, a few steps away from the bed. When his bare chest was fully exposed under the harsh surgical light, her breath caught in her throat. Her gaze locked onto his skin. Beneath his collarbones and along his ribcage, a dense network of purple and blue marks spread across his torso like a map of hidden wounds. The bruises weren't recent injuries. They were the result of repeated injections, subcutaneous hemorrhaging, vascular necrosis from the cocktail of blockers he had been forcing into his body over the past months.

Just two of them, suspended in time. Though her eyes were closed during that time, Creed's were not. He was curious now. Despite her face being distorted and cloudy, her other body parts were clearly visible. When he got a closer look, he realized that her skin was covered in scales from which blood was seeping out through the edges. Under the soft bright skin, her blood vessels carry the streams of blood. While their foreheads touched each other, Creed noticed something weird on her arms, mostly her wrists and elbow. Several thin thread-like patterns spiraled around her wrists and her elbows. Those thin swirling patterns were too random to be called a tattoo. They seemed more like wounds.

Their eyes widened at the body's state. Skin and bones. Pale and blue complexion. Blood covered his body and he also seemed to have cried blood. Art guessed that behind those closed lids, his eyeballs would be found missing.