Red Bump Filled With Blood Novels & Stories

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

Alpha Stephan held onto his shoulders, “She cannot die, do you hear me?” As I looked at Lord Stepahn, something weird happened, I felt something pulsing, something calling out to me from within him. He stiffened and looked at me, it was as if he felt it too. He looked at his veins, they were dangerously red and engorged, almost as if they wanted to burst out of his body. “My blood,” he gasped. “What?” Sir Claude sounded confused. “My blood,” his eyes narrowed as he kept staring at his veins as they spread out across both of his hands, all of them coming to the surface and pulsing with a light red color.

It swelled and its color morphed into crimson. The next second, the rat busted into red liquid. Ryan and Grey pushed back, almost startled. “What the hell?” Ryan exclaimed. “Did that rat just implode?” Ryan added, his eyes almost exploding from the socket. If he didn't see it, he wouldn't believe it. “Yes,” Grey answered softly. He sounded shocked. “What the hell is in her blood?” Grey lifted the glass cup which had a remnant of her thick crimson blood. He examined it again as if he would see something new.

My blood started rushing, making my cheeks flush with heat, turning them red. "This is going to be fine, right?",

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

When I glance up to the nurse, I say proudly, "This one I am calling Eric the second." She turns and smiles at me with those deep red lips and a thought runs through my head about something I remembered. Vampires are pale in comparison, and they also have lips that are crimson because they are stained by the blood of their victims. Looking back down at my pup, fear starts to ebb in the back of my head as I realize that I am in the company of our mortal enemies.

My blood but it was dark red. “Brinley.... what is happening?. What’s that?”, Ryder stammered in shock as he watched me to. “I don’t know,” I choked out, holding my stomach and crashing down on the floor. “My throat hurts and it’s terrible.” I cried as let blood flow down from my mouth. “Wait.... shit!”, Ryder went for a face towel and dampened it before pressing it to my forehead. “Calm down. Deep breaths.” I was hearing his words but I couldn’t calm down. I kept on coughing onto the towel, turning it red instantly. Fear rushed over me as I saw more blood. Where is it coming from?

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.

Her short ginger-red hair spread across the dark sheets, the vivid strands standing out like spilled blood. My eyes swept over her. Her lips were beginning to swell. Angry red hives mottled the skin of her neck, creeping toward her jaw beneath the edge of her scarf. One of her hands lifted weakly to her throat, her fingertips scratching at the irritated skin as though she couldn’t stop herself. Her breathing was quicker than it should have been, shallow and uneven, but still unobstructed. An unnatural flush had spread across her face, standing out against her usually pale complexion.

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.