Blue-green Veins Skin Tone Novels & Stories

I winced, blinking hard, blinded for a moment. When my eyes finally adjusted, he pulled back the hood. And my heart jolted. His skin—his face—looked human at first glance, but it was marbled with something dark. Thin black cracks crawled under his pale skin like they were alive, pulsing faintly with each breath he took. His eyes were the colour of ash mixed with blood, eerie and unnatural. And those veins… they weren’t just under the surface—they were in it. Like something ancient trying to burst out.

He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim. I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

My heart stuttered in my chest, hope and fear warring inside me with equal ferocity. Right under my fingers, those ugly, thick blue veins that had been spreading across Ronan's jaw and neck like a spiderweb... they started to fade. It was like watching ink get washed from a shirt, the darkness dissolving under the gentle pressure of clean water. The dark, sickly purple color just began to recede, dissolving back under his skin as if it had never been there at all. His cheeks lost that awful, pasty grey look, a faint, healthy flush of pink starting to creep back into his jawline.

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

I pried open my lids and looked up into the face of a living ghost. Her skin was albino pale with obvious veins and blue capillaries beneath the surface. Her ocular orbs were a deep milky white, with a tinge of light blue. I could barely make out the pupils. Her hair was whiter than Pamela's. From the structure and musculature of her hands and face...it was as if a perfectly healthy human woman's body was in a constant frantic battle against death.

The whole of his upper body was bare and wet, water dripping from his hair to trickle down. "We," Alex breathed out, feeling cold shivers down his spine Seb placed his palm on his cheek to caress it. His hands were wet and cold, making Alex shiver at his every touch. "We have plans for the day, right?" "I know," Seb replied, Alex immediately looking away. "Blue, look at me." Gulping, Alex looked directly into Seb's blue eyes, catching a familiar glint in them. They looked so intense and Alex knew exactly what they meant as he felt it too.

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 take it without looking at her then hold it up in the hidden hollow of my blankets. A stranger’s eyes stare back at me. Numbness chases a sharp spike of pain that he was right. The icy blue I’ve had and loved my whole life, the color that marked me as a Solberg, is gone. In its place is a warm hazel, all brown and gold with the barest hint of green. A color I might even call pretty on someone else. In my face, it looks monstrous.

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.