Blue-green Veins Skin Tone Mga Nobela at Kwento

His palm tore away from the stone, leaving a bloodstain that was slowly absorbed by the black rock, as if the stone were licking it clean. "Damn it! You were out for three minutes!" Stefan shouted, his face frantic. Siron coughed, his head throbbing with pain. But inside him, something was different. The weave in his veins, his golden threads, were now adorned with two new, thin strands: one pale blue, one light pink. They were fragile, almost transparent, but they were THERE. "Can you see them?" Siron hissed, showing his veins to Stefan. Stefan narrowed his eyes, then gave a slow nod. "There are... other colors. Very faint. You did it?"

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

Beautiful tanned skin and eyes that are an exotic brown. Blue...blue has skin so fair I’m certain it blossoms like mine. He doesn’t have a lot of muscles, but he’s toned. He works out like the other two, except he must shy away from the sun because there’s no drop of tan or melanin on him. His blonde hair is perfectly cut, though rough from Green’s hands. There’s a golden dot on his nose. A nose ring that I could swear is real gold. Two other golden rings adorn his ears, but the prettiest thing about him is his voice.

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.

Her silver hair—long, straight, and shiny—cascaded freely around her shoulders, tousled by the morning breeze. Her gown was loose against her thin frame, clearly borrowed and drooping a little at the shoulders. But it was her skin that stole my breath. Faint, glowing runes trailed down her arms and legs—blue, like ancient lightning caught in flesh. Like something sacred. When her eyes met mine Everything else came to a halt. Blue eyes. The kind of blue that made a man forget the sea and sky even existed. Her face was pale, marked with bruises that bloomed like violets beneath delicate looking skin. And yet, despite the marks and the gown too large for her, she stood as if nothing in the worl

“Ilaria, please don’t worry. I will try my best to extract your father from there, okay?” She bit her lip and nodded. “Would you like to take a walk around the palace of Xomor?” he asked. She looked up at him. His yellow irises locked with her blue eyes again. She swallowed and her gaze wandered to the tattoos on his skin. The deep blue color of his skin was like that of mountains covered in the morning mist, the color of a blue sapphire formed in the womb of earth, protected for thousands before being discovered by humans. He was terrifyingly beautiful, like a statue carved from blue sapphire.

Days, probably. "Rashid," Zayed prompted me again. I sighed and scrubbed my face with my hands. "The blue would look nice with you both. It'll bring out her hair and your skin tone. You should go with the blue." He smiled at me, nodding. "Good. I'll let her know first thing when she wakes up."

“What color do you think would look best on Sky, Luna? “ All the women had been casually taking about past mating balls and regalling us with their stories. The question was innocent enough, but it shocked me and I froze, allowing the female warrior I was sparring with to take me down. At least the Alpha finally made these training session private. No one saw me take the distracted hit or could eavesdrop on this conversation. “She could actually get away with several colors, I think. Blue in any shade would bring out her eyes and make her hair glow. But deep jewel tones would look amazing on her skin tone. What were you thinking?” Luna AVa throws over without bslowing her movements down

One would tell he was very good-looking without even making an effort to outline his features. He was tall for his age, had a good broad shoulder, with long golden hair like his father. His eyes had the depth and color of the blue sea and his skin shone as polished ebony (his skin color wasn't quite rampant amongst the vampire clan) He had an oblong face and a well-constructed chin. In all, his checkmark for good looks is what I call excellent!

No matter what, he’s the last person I’m meant to consider attractive. I grabbed his arm to cover it up with the blanket but I paused abruptly noticing this weird color on the vein in his hand. I thought veins were usually green in color, why was his purple? Drawing my attention back to his face, I noticed how pale he was for real and I moved to the other side of the bed to check out his other arm, and the veins in his hand were purple as well. “Oh my God” I gasped, dropping his arm out of shock and covering my mouth. I moved close, reaching for his face and opening his eyes and the veins in his eyes were purple as well, and that was when I knew that things had just gotten a little too serio