Blue-green Veins Skin Tone Novels & Stories

The blood red muscle, as red as the apple she held in her hand strangled into a bone-chilling smirk. His skin was fair, unlike the rough and tanned skin of a Vieann person, he had the fair skin of a true Harian, with the soft hue that reflected droplets that fell from the sky (rain), turning the common fair skin of a Harian into a kind of milkish-fair skin…. Beautiful. As she stared, she noticed the shift in his expression, the pull of creases on his forehead, the sweep of his dark eyelashes, only bleached by the touches of fairness on the tips, when they swept up they turned his eyes into the sun setting in a distant horizon.

The veins along his forearms pulsed with a subtle, faint golden light beneath his skin—so faint I thought my exhausted eyes were playing tricks on me. He slid his palm slowly across the surface of the coarse fabric. Before my very eyes, the impossible happened. Where his skin touched the rough, stiff fibers, the harsh, uneven muddy beige began to bleed away. A rich, deep, iridescent midnight-blue spread through the threads like liquid ink soaking into dry paper, radiating outward in soft, shimmering waves. But it wasn't just the color.

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.

“You’re a pretty cool chick Steel?” I snorted with a smile as I pulled away a bit so I could meet his gaze. “Why do you insist on calling me by my lastname ever since you found out what is was.” He smiled and reached up to caress my cheek. “It suits you. Especially since the name itself compliments the colour of your eyes. Fact is Steel turns blue because of a thin oxide layer that forms on the surface of metal. And your eyes reminds me of that. Steel may not have a specific color, but for your eyes…it does.”

I felt my skin tingle uncomfortably as she slowly examined me. I looked away, swallowing hard as I tried to steady my loud heartbeat so she wouldn't know how terrified I was. I tilted my face towards her. She was closer to me now. We were almost breathing the same air. My eyes travelled over her features. Her face was clear, smooth, pale. She had porcelain skin. She looked young, as if she were in her mid-twenties. And her eyes…they were blue. A rare shade of blue– icy blue, which reminded me of Elion's.

My mother didn't even have time to cry out. As I drank, the changes became visible. My brown hair darkened strand by strand, transforming into that unnatural burgundy shade I'd grown up hating. My eyes burned as they shifted from ordinary brown to that eerie emerald green. The black veins under my skin pulsed with each swallow of the midwife's blood.

His mother is dead if I’m to believe a word that bitch says. And his father… I’m supposed to know the man, but… That familiarity spins and twists in my chest as I look at the baby again, at his dark hair, at the cheekbones and jawline given to him by his father, no doubt. When he opens his eyes… they’re already blue. Ocean blue. Most vampires have that same color, but… My blood runs cold as I cradle the baby, absently rocking him, staring at the far wall of the kitchen.

She strains the blue mixture into a glass vile. "How will we know when it's ready?" I inspect the blue velvet liquid. "It will turn dark blue. The color of the night sky."

As if food was churning around in his stomach. With his awesome eyesight, he saw all the shades and colors of their clothes even better than they could themselves. However, it all rather irritated him. Because the blue stripes resembled the pattern of veins on hands, the grey ones – his own skin color, and the sky-blue ones... they evoked vague images in his head like his own memories. Or dreams. And the dead man liked that even less.

“What is that veins, the one on your face? I have noticed them since awhile ago, but never got the chance to ask.” “Ah, this?” Noel touched his jaw. “This is the veins that show the flow of your Mana inside your body. It is used as a medium to cast spells, like how some wizards use wands to channel their Mana, these veins serves the same function. The veins doesn’t really change color originally, but it will glow when the caster wants to cast magic. The color that showed on their skin differ from each person, but white is the rarest of them all. It is said to only be limited to child of the night only.”