Novel & Cerita Vampire Veins

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

She wasn't sure if she was ready for this, but she knew she had come too far to turn back now. Steve opened the door, and Celess gasped at what she saw. The room was filled with vampires, all of them staring at her with cold, calculating eyes. Some were beautiful, with smooth skin and perfect features, while others were grotesque, with twisted limbs and mangled faces.Steve took her hand and led her into the room, introducing her to each of the vampires in turn. Celess tried to keep her fear in check, but she couldn't help but feel like a mouse surrounded by cats.

After, I was done with the bandages. I looked at his back as my entire soul felt so heavy. Scars. His back was covered in scars. God! What has he gone through to end up like this? Realising I've been staring for too long. I quickly decided to stitch the long wound on his back. It was definitely one from the long nails of a vampire. Fuck it. I hate it. I hate seeing Daniel like this. And, I hate vampires. I hate them with every single shread of feelings that I owned.

They look like a simple human in their true form not nothing like a monstrous demon. 'It is said that Vampires would often choose to hide their appearance using spells of glamour which would make them all different to look at with the exceptions being pale skin, eye colour and beardless appearance as well as attractiveness. Remember these are just false talks spread by people.' 'Another rumour says that as vampires lose all natural fluids, with the exception of blood, vampires are infertile. Let me tell you, it is not true!' 'Vampires have blood, but they can't drink their own blood. They have hormones, they have everything humans have.'

The only person allowed to be more upset than me is her and the kids at this very moment. Nodding at my father's awfully angry face, especially given the circumstances, I look back down at my sleeping beauty. Now, as what usually happens minutes after giving a human venom of a vampire- hybrid in this case which only makes it that much better- I can see the once lightly coloured blue veins running down her neck now rotting black, indicating that it's working.

All I could see was her. She was a wreck. Blood crusted under her nose. A long gash torn down her side where the beast’s claws had caught her. Her face was gray and sunken, her lips cracked. And her arm… I pulled back her torn sleeve and my heart stopped. The black veins. I’d heard about them. I’d seen them on the dying at the gates. But I’d never seen them on her, and the sight of them tore something open in me. They’d spread far past her wrist, past her elbow, climbing up over her shoulder, dark and thick and pulsing faintly under her skin like something alive.

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

Black spots danced in and out like they were testing how far they could go before I dropped. I waited it out, counting sheeps slowly in my head until the spinning eased enough for me to stand. Each step toward the mirror felt heavier than it should have. And when I finally looked? I went completely still. The veins had changed though they appear faint and one will miss if you weren’t looking for them. But they were darker now and it wasn’t just around the mark. They’d spread slightly witj thin lines branching just beneath the skin creeping downward toward my chest like cracks in glass.

The symptoms were exactly as Hazel had described them. All seven of them were unconsciousness, sweating and had black veins under their skin. What confused her though, was the location and spreading of the veins. Six people only had few black veins in the abdominal area, while the seventh… it was hard to find places were he hadn't any. Not that she'd seen their whole bodies herself, but the doctor, an old man with glasses, had described it to her and he had taken off the seventh man shirt to let her see.

He looks up as I enter, his expression guarded but there’s something else beneath it now. Something unsettled. “You said this was urgent,” he says. “It is.” I don’t move further into the room immediately. I just… look at him. And the moment I do my breath catches. There, clear as daylight. Black veins. They spider out from his chest, branching across his skin beneath his shirt like cracks spreading through glass. They pulse faintly, alive with something dark, something wrong, radiating outward from his heart. For a second, I can’t move because this...