The nail marks in my skin hadn't filled out yet.

I had little crescent nail marks on my right hand.

The scratch of nail marks was present too.

No one else wanted the wood because of the nail marks.

There were nail marks, some of them seeping blood, some just red and raised.

His back was covered in claw marks, or really serious nail marks.

He never slowed, and neither did Benny, though his face was bleeding from nail marks.

He did that when the body part closest to me wasn't somewhere he wanted nail marks.

"No doubt you are thinking that the nail marks might have bled, but the blood had been cleansed away?"

I traced the edge of one of the nail marks, and he shivered above me.