Pockets Of Blood Under Skin Novels & Stories

Then she forced herself back down, pressed a fist to her mouth, and held herself still. 'Don't interrupt him,' she told herself. But the blood kept spreading. What had begun as faint seepage through the capillary layer widened further. Thin lines split across his palms and deepened into cracks. Flesh pulled apart along the ruptures, exposing the pale interior beneath. Slowly, tissue and bone came into view through the gaps. Rebecca's own hand had been bleeding for some time without her noticing. Her fingernails had dug into her palm from how tightly she was gripping herself. She felt none of it.

​The impact of soul meeting flesh was catastrophic. A shockwave of pure, white light tore through the surrounding darkness, shattering the encroaching shadows for miles. Dave felt his body being ripped apart and put back together in the same heartbeat. The violet veins that had scarred his skin began to boil, reacting violently to the touch of the silver light.

Two years was too long; no more waiting. She poked her naked leg gingerly. It hurt, but she might be able to hobble around enough. No running or jumping though. Her right hand throbbed painfully. The veins in her hand pumped black blood up from the two small puncture holes ringed with blue-purple. The cold in the floor against her skimpily clad bottom sent a shiver up her spine.

"A... a..." The sight that caught Marin's eyes was a terrifying scene with blood splattered on the walls. Bodies were everywhere, from the bed to the brick floor; some of them had their heads detached from their bodies, and their limbs scattered everywhere. This corpse is in the process of decomposing blue-black or marbled skin, blisters appear on the surface of the skin. The skin and other parts are torn; the abdomen is broken, and a hole is punctured. The maggots crawled around eating the soft tissues on the carcasses. 'Ọe'

They flew from my hands, arms, chest and stomach, shooting in all directions. Galterio screamed and grabbed at his shoulder. The sharp little edge that had lodged into his skin, puffed into smoke and disappeared. The point where it stabbed into Galterio’s skin had turned black and little veins began to spread out from the black oozing mark. “What is this?” he roared,

Then one of the lines moves. I freeze. Black veins like spiders beneath his skin, branching across his neck and jaw like an infection spreading through flesh. They pulse slowly, dark and wrong. Another line creeps up toward his temple. One traces the curve of his collarbone. Horror roots me to the floor. I’ve seen corruption before. I’ve seen sickness, curses, wounds that refuse to heal. This is none of those things. This feels… deeper.....Older. Like something pulled from a place that should never touch the living.

The green-skinned zombie caught the scent of the living and twisted its head toward them, letting out hoarse, broken snarls. Its entire face had turned a sick, poisoned shade of green-black. Its bulging, bloodshot eyes were surrounded by clusters of swollen pustules, large and small, like something had laid eggs beneath the skin. The biggest ones were as thick as a pinky finger, dark and rotting deep into the bone, packed with writhing white and black specks. The worst part was its hands. After being restrained for years, the wrists had long since worn through. Skin, muscle, tendons, and even bone had been ground away. At the broken edges of the wound, a section of stark white bone was expos

Maren took it from me without looking at it and dropped it in a pile by the door. I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but my skin and looked down at myself and almost didn't know what I was seeing. My ribs were sticking out like fingers under a sheet. My arms were sticks. My collarbones were sharp enough to cut and my skin was grey and covered in bruises and scrapes and the boot prints on my ribs had turned from purple to yellow-green.

I'm nothing to them! With the room empty, I surge towards Bryce's unconscious form on the bed, carefully extracting the bloated leeches and placing the creatures into a jar the quack doctors left, filled with other parasites. Gross! Bryce's skin color is still pale, and there are new wounds are on his inner-arms, caused by the fucking blood-letting. Fucking idiots! I check his pulse, the heart rate is fast and erratic, and his skin is hot. Goddammit!

She patted her face to make herself more conscious. It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!