Blue-green Veins Skin Tone Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t blame the woman that fell for them easily either, because even their voices were drool worthy. Axton was the only one who was dark skinned like Hakan, though Hakan’s skin colour was more like a caramel shade while Axton’s was more like mocha. And now that I got a closer look, I could see that while Hakan’s eyes were light brown which was normal for dark skinned people, Axton’s eyes had two different colours. One of his eyes was a vibrant blue, and one was hazel with a gold ring around the pupil. And unlike Hakan whose head had a mop of curly brown locks, Axton’s hair was cut very low and he also had a beard.

Healing flesh. There was nothing. Her skin was smooth and unbroken, as if no blade had ever touched her. The only sign of change was a faint, palm-sized area above her heart where delicate blue veins traced beneath the skin, and now and then, in perfect time with her heartbeat, a brief flicker of silvery light glowed deep within. “It’s gone,” I murmured, stunned, touching the spot. Beneath her skin I felt the vibration. Like touching an unshielded high-voltage cable, except instead of shock, there was only a tingling warmth.

The rug was replaced with a replica, and the scent no longer smells of copper mixed with jasmine. “You should probably slow down,” Finn crosses his arms over his chest, nodding towards the bottle. “It’s been a long day, and it’ll be a longer tomorrow if you don’t.” I stare into the vibrant green of Finn’s eyes, picking out the three different shades that make up his irises. The deepest shade is similar to the needles of a Douglas-fir. The mid-colored shade is similar to the whisps on a Western redcedar. And the lighter, most dominant shade like the leaves on a Bleeding heart.

Lindsay looked at her watch. “Crap, we need to get out of here, or we will have to come up with something to tell Joe and Abigail,” Lindsay said. “I will take care of that if we need to,” Wren said. “Let’s get back and see how Max and Izzy are doing with Blue.” “Blue?” “Yes, Blue. We found out that not only does he have patches of blue skin, but his blood is the same shade of blue. We started calling him the blue guy and things like that, and it just got shortened to Blue,” he explained.

As I groggily floated around the water currents, a voice jolted me awake, and I opened my heavy eyelids to glance at a pile of clothes beside the waterhole. Oh. It was my walkie-talkie, and Luna was calling me. I pushed myself off the ground, and realized that my feet had returned as I rose to my feet, although there were several scales that had yet to peel off. My skin was also paler now to a shade that resembled Dicken’s paleness, and a closer look reveals that my arteries now glinted in blue light—my blood must be blue like Dicken’s. Moreover, I didn’t feel naked even though I was naked, and the water’s temperature was so relaxing to me that I could fall asleep.

His pale, translucent skin was sun-kissed and glowing, but the thing that got me the most was that his eyes were no longer red; instead, they were a light shade of blue that I couldn't stop myself from getting lost in. "Elias..." I murmured, standing up and taking a step. "But how?"

I typically use it on my people who sinned and put the blame on others to make them tell the truth. I am six feet and two inches tall, with pale smooth skin, typical for a vampire like me, and ocean-blue eyes, but it becomes bloody red when I become furious. I am the only vampire alive that has ocean blue eyes, and that's the other reason humans don't know that I am a vampire because normal vampires usually have light red or light gold eyes. Still, they become darker if they can't feed, and after two weeks without feeding, blood it turned completely black. I have thick curly lashes and thick dark eyebrows, a small and pointed nose, and thin and plump lips. My body is slightly lean but muscul

Vlash said making me nod. I nearly step back when he suddenly step closer to me until our gap is barely an inch away making me face his chest. I can feel his warm breath on my head as I slowly look up at his face just to meet his gaze. I swallow hard seeing his lovely bluish eyes that seems to turn in shades according to his mood, one thing I noticed while I am observing him. When he is cold, angry, serious, and insulted his eyes turns into this dark bluish shade just like now. When he is embarrassed, happy, joking, amused and flustered his eyes are light blue just like the clear sky’s blue. “Close your eyes and then listen to everything I’ll say.” Vlash said making my heart suddenly beats f

I shuffled myself close enough to see his face in the moonlight, and what I saw stopped me. His skin was gray. Not pale — gray, the gray of a body that was shutting down non-essential functions to preserve the core. His lips had a bluish tinge. His breathing was rapid, shallow, irregular — the breathing of a body that was struggling to oxygenate, that was working harder than it should have been for air that wasn't coming.

After a while I lengthened my soap and sponge, I dipped both of them Into the water and started scrubbing myself. After about twenty minutes of scrubbing myself clean, the ice cold water wasn't as cold as it was early on my skin, I got out of the bath and all of a sudden a breeze from the window came in and hit me, I felt like my blood turned cold, and both my skin and my veins had turn blue and are as strong as ice.