Novel & Cerita Ruddy Skin

Roisin His skin darkened, taking on a sickly, rotting hue as if drained of all humanity. Blackened veins crept beneath his flesh, spider-webbing up his arms and neck. His limbs elongated grotesquely, fingers stretching into twisted claws, the flesh tearing and reforming as jagged talons emerged, black as night and razor-sharp. His muscles contorted, bulging and stretching, tearing the fabric of his clothes until they hung in tatters around his shifting form.

I took it as advice. My ribs are black from bruises. The hash along my hip has started to turn the wrong color, the kind of red that seeps heat when you press it. I've been rinsing it with warm water from a rusted kettle I stole two blocks over. No meds. No food. Just water and spite and whatever scraps of instinct I've got left. It's not enough. I'm not healing.

he confessed nervously. "Don't worry about it. It's just me," I reassured him. "That's why you dropped your phone yesterday," I playfully teased him even further. His face turned crimson, so I handed him a glass of water, hoping to calm him down a bit. Seeing him flustered, I couldn't help but appreciate how attractive he was. Like many Azuran guys, Riyu possesses a muscular physique with a touch of femininity, thanks to his fair complexion. Skin color holds significant importance for both men and women in this region.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.

These deep purple bruises and gashes that cross his arms and face look fresh. With my help, Rudy manages to take a seat on a nearby bench. His breathing is ragged, each attempt to bring air into his lungs looking painful as he continues to hold his ribs. His clothing, I notice, is several sizes too big, and hang off of his muscular body at weird angles, most likely harvested from some stash around town with little effort at matching sizes. My Beta has always presented himself professionally and meticulously dressed with his long hair pulled back and braided neatly. Today, even his hair is askew, cut bluntly to his chin.

I moved closer and his body was covered in bruises, his knuckles were swollen and split open with blisters and deep scratches. “Ryder,” I breathed, rushing closer. “Oh my God what happened to you baby,” I rushed to him, but he shifted avoiding my embrace. “It’s just a minor injury,” “This is no minor” I reached again touching the cut on his face. He paused, turned off the tap and leaned on the island. ““You need a hospital. Those knuckles look infected already.” “Fuck the hospital. it’s not a big deal Jezz,”

Ryder grumbled. "Yeah. I hope he gets jock itch" I added after wiping my non-existing tears after laughing. Both of their eyebrows furrowed as they looked at me. "What's jock itch?" They chorused. I made a face. "You guys don't know?" I asked incredulously. They just nodded their heads. "You guys sure you wanna know?" I added. They both nodded hesitantly. I sighed pursing my lips. Well, here it goes. "Jock itch is a disease that causes the skin near the patootie to itch causing irritation to the victim. If this infection becomes severe it will—

Mud which might be excused by the run even if the boys are practiced enough to stay clean in most circumstances. His hands and even a part of his chest, having a more reddish tinge at first glance, if he didn't know any better. He would think it was blood. None of the other things even stand out as much as Arden's normally golden tan skin having a much more pallid look and the wild look in his eyes, which is the most shocking of all.

Roughly and aggressively. "Ugh, my gawd!" he coughed and growled, hissed and winced because he was all green like Reyne. They threw out a green mucus kind of stuff on him from their mouths, covering every inch of his body. The only thing was that she was not as wet and sticky as him. "I will... Kill the heck out of you." Realizing that it has started burning his skin, slowly unlike real acid, yet painfully with a resonating scream, he also let his wolf come out.

My lips were pressed into a tight frown, my eyes solely focused on the body lying motionlessly on the bed. Her beautiful scarlet hair was nothing but a miserable pale black. Her skin was the colour of a corpse and her red lips were grey and covered with black scales, just like her body. The scales were hideous, slimy and slightly offensive to the nose. Her body was as cold as ice and her breath was paused. Scarlette looked dead but she was alive, barely.