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I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

I told her, and she nodded. "Here is some cream that can help you with the bruising on your back. They won't go away fully but the cream will make them less noticeable. Once you find your mate and are marked, the bruises will disappear," I said I went to my bag and pulled out a needle and tube, gloves, iodine, and gauze to take her blood. " I am going to take some blood. There is a reason you're not healing properly," I Said and took some blood from her.

Cold enough to make her instinctively pull her hand away. “What is…” A thin line of blood appeared beneath one nostril. At first, it looked insignificant, no more than a trickle. Then another stream emerged from his other nostril. Someone in the crowd pointed. “He’s bleeding.” The blood continued to flow, creeping over his lips before dripping onto the concrete. It wasn’t the bright crimson red she expected. It was darker. So dark that it looked almost black against the pale gray pavement. A woman covered her mouth. Another stepped backward, clutching her purse to her chest.

Golden Cicada shook his head, his expression calm. However, the wound on his neck was spurting with blood, looking extremely horrific. The mangled flesh had turned black, giving off a fetid stench. The blood vessels around the wound were protruding, bruising into a dark green. This color was spreading inwardly along the blood vessels, looking extremely horrific. Ding Hao inhaled a cold breath. The injury was more serious than he had imagined.

I stared at her palm noticing it was really reddish,I gently held her other palm,realizing it was the same. And then I noticed a small bruise on her finger. I quickly sent for the doctor. "Shouldn't this be bandaged?"I asked as soon as he walked in. "It's very small…" "It could get infected."I pointed out."And why are her palms so reddish?" "She might have fallen on them when she dodged the car,Mr Lewis."He replied."I'll get an ointment for that." I nodded. He placed a small plaster on her finger and then went off to get the ointment.

"I’m going for a walk. Just... I need air." He turned and walked out of the barn. During his walk, he came across a small stream and knelt by it. He splashed water on his face, trying to wash away the heat in his skin. He ripped the bandage off his shoulder and looked at the wound. The hole was still open, the size of a quarter. The flesh around it wasn't red or pink like a normal wound. It was gray. That was not the only thing that was unusual about it. There was a web-like vein spreading from the wound all the way to his neck.

She hit his head with all the power she had but neither did he budge nor did he bleed. But his forehead skin was completely ripped. Sasha watched horrified. The jug started to shake aggressively in her trembling hands making a clunking sound. His forehead was ripped but he wasn't bleeding. This was new to her. Do vampires not bleed? Her breath hitched and she abruptly took a step back when he snapped his head back at her, tilting his head with a smirk on his face but his eyes...were not only dark this time, there was anger hidden with mischievous glint in those red orbs.

My voice cracked with emotion, my hands tightly gripping Liam's unmoving body. Then I saw blood slowly seeping from Liam's small body. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I noticed the crimson liquid touching my trembling hand, staining my skin. The sight of the blood felt like a sharp stab in my heart, and I could hardly believe my eyes. With a heavy heart, I realized that it was indeed blood.

“She’s my best friend and I can’t just stand here and watch her die because we’re too scared to try something.” I took a deep breath and made a small but small cut along Naomi’s forearm, right where the black veins were thickest and seem to be most concentrated. Immediately, dark blood started flowing out that looked absolutely nothing like normal human blood. It was almost completely black, with a consistency that was too thick and viscous, and it had a that metallic smell that made my stomach lurch. “Oh my God, it’s working,” Riley said, watching the color slowly start to return to Naomi’s face as the contaminated blood drained into the collection bag. “Look, the black veins are starting t

“I am. I just need to get some blood and then we can begin.” “Awesome. You may begin.” I said as I sat down in the chair and provided my arm. Quietly, she wrapped a blue massive rubber band around my arm. Successfully pinching my artery off. After pumping my hand a few times, she found the vein she wanted. For some reason, it didn’t bother me to watch her stick me into my veins and draw out the blood. In the past, it has but not today.