Wisdom Teeth Blood Clot Color Novels & Stories

“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

All I could do was sit there and bleed while they worked. My mother grabbed a clean towel from the tray and started wiping the blood off my stomach, my sides, my hands. It took both of them long minutes to get the bleeding to slow. Packing, pressure, more gauze. Finally, Varek sat back on his heels, sweat on his brow. “It’s clotting,” he said. “For now.”

Fighting dizziness and nausea, I used my right hand to roughly tear off the bandages, round after round. "Sera! What's gotten into you! I told you not to..." Damine's angry shouting stopped abruptly when I completely removed the final layer of gauze that was pressed against the wound. It was soaked through with some kind of yellow-green pus. The room fell dead silent. The wound exposed to the air was more swollen than before. The skin showed a terrifying, almost black deep purple color. The edges were turned outward. Pus kept seeping from deep inside, giving off an indescribable smell. Most terrifying of all, the flesh in the center of the wound even showed hints of an ominous gray, dead col

It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. Gritting my teeth, I dragged Ferris into the clearing, laying him down as gently as I could against the base of a large tree. The wound on his side was still oozing blood, but the worst part was, the blood started to change colour. It was now a dark blueish greenish colour. My heart clenched at the sight. The poison was spreading. "Ferris, hang in there," I whispered, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction I yank his wrist mid stroke taking it into my mouth and with all my strength bite down on the spot I think his vein lies. My teeth roughly pierce his thick skin and warm blood flows into my mouth. He gapes at me. Truly shocked by my unexpected insane like actions. There is something else that shocks me and it's not the fact that I completely lost my mind and bit someone. No, it’s the taste of his blood. It's sweet and bitter at the same time like dark chocolate while also being smooth and thick like honey. I've tasted my own blood from the numerous times I bit the inside of my cheek from chewing too hard. The point being it always tasted metallic

Then, he pulled the college girl further into the alleyway. “F*ck! What’s going on? Is it broken? “Spit! Hurry up and spit it out for me.” The bald man smashed his fist on the abdomen of the college girl. She let out a painful scream. A large mouthful of blood gushed out of her mouth. However, her blood looked a little strange. To be precise, the color wasn’t right. The usual blood was bright red, but the blood coming out of her mouth was pink. Seeing that, the bald man also started to panic. He looked as if he had lost some treasure. He squatted down, continually using his hands to grab the blood that was flowing out of the college girl’s mouth. He grabbed at the blood as he wailed like he

"I don't know what this is. And I hate not knowing." He put his hand on my shoulder. "We'll figure it out. Go home. Get some sleep. Come back with fresh eyes." I nodded but I didn't leave. I went back into the patient's room after Dr. Wallace walked away. The man was unconscious but stable for now. I stood there watching his chest rise and fall and let my brain work through everything we knew. Bleeding from mucous membranes. Disrupted coagulation. No sign of infection. My mind kept circling back to something I'd read years ago. A case study about a rare blood disorder triggered by a specific plant compound. It was a long shot but I had nothing else.

She turned the vanity tap on, grabbed a flannel, and wet it. "I have no idea..." Jaxon breathed, watching Juliette wipe at her mouth. Juliette wanted to throw up suddenly. Blood was one her biggest fears, and seeing the stuff poor from her lip, especially when it's blue was just to much for her to bear. "Werewolves don't bleed blue!" Juliette shrieked. The flannel was soaked blue by now.' "I will get you something to stop the bleeding, just wait here and apply pressure." Jaxon disappeared to find something, leaving Juliette standing alone. The blood was so dark, it was alomost black, yet a thin layer of the stuff was blue.

A reddish, almost blackish, color liquid pours out of the wound. There is so much blood coming out that if they weren’t already dead, I don’t think it would be long before they would be because of that one wound alone. The rest of the hair is matted with blood causing it to clump up into little balls of hair. You can see strands of it laying all over area.

I cried. "Yes, sweetie. Blood is what you are now." "But when I brushed my teeth there was no blood. I had saliva." "You brush your teeth?" "Yeah ..." "You're not going to get tooth decay, Kim. I promise." I spat a clot of blood on the floor of the tub. "It wasn't like that before, I swear it. There was spit, not blood."