Blue Veins In Palm Of Hand の小説・ストーリー

“Where?” “In the square. She was walking like she owned the village guards beside her, chin high, the usual.” He waited, sensing there was more. And there was. “She looked… off.” I swallowed. “Her skin was pale. Not cold-pale. Sick-pale. But not sick in a normal way, either. And—her hand…” I trailed off, trying to find the words. Lykan stepped closer. “What about her hand?” “There were veins,” I said finally. “Dark. Twisting. Like ink under her skin. Faint, but… spreading.”

She finished. "What do you mean by a comprehensive check?" I queried. " I need to check every inch of her skin, for signs of a puncture. If it is what I think it is, then the puncture would have black veins running from it, by now. The black veins would be as tiny as threads for a needle and not as visible as normal black veins should be. Because this is the early stages." She explained. " What do you think this is?" " I think it's a blood enchantment."

I feel the guard gasp as well and runs in right behind me. “You Highness! Is everything fine?” The guard shouts on his hand and knees and I examine the naked body of Bahm’s. He had thick black veins all over his body that seemed as if it was moving and pulsating. When I continued to look, it was all over his body, down his stomach and passed his groin, his legs and even his feet! “Bahm! Kris!” I shouted in hysterics. Then I see the same black veins on Kris’s back, but he didn’t even have twice the many as Bahm did.

I just want to hold my baby and melt into that rich pine, earth scent like his father’s. “I’ll get him later,” I said, heading for the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment before I stalked to the sink and took a good look at my arm. I unwrapped the bandage and my stomach dropped. The veins around it were much darker now and it wasn’t spreading upwards. It was spreading to my wrists. “No…” My fingers trembled as I touched it lightly and it burned. Astra’s words echoed in my mind.

Cool breeze made me shiver despite how hot I felt standing under the scorching heat. “Come on.” His hand wrapped around my wrist, dragging me to the white van. For a moment, I forgot about the events of the evening go to the photoshoot and stared at his hand, nicely shaped long fingers with clean short nails. Veins, my mind blurted at me, my body joining in. He has veins on his hands and oh—forearms too. How sinful. “Zara.” I snapped back to reality and blinked at Hayden, his blue eyes on me. “Are you okay?”

Almost gently. * * * Caelan was at his desk. Not working — papers pushed aside. Sitting with his face in his hands, shirt open at the collar, the way a shirt opened when a man had stopped thinking about what he looked like. So I saw them. The veins. Black, fine as thread, spreading in a branching pattern from the centre of his chest — not like bruising, like something drawn with intention. They crossed his sternum, reached toward his ribs, and one branch climbed the left side of his throat and stopped, for now, at his collarbone.

Thick veins rounded his thickness, protruding and disappearing under the pink skin, the cap of his thickness was pink, swollen and beautiful. “You are so beautiful.” I murmur, unable to believe that I was not dreaming, he was unbelievably large. I trace him with the tips of my finger, rounding where the veins rounded, he took sharp breaths, as I appreciated the artwork in front of me. I cup my fingers around him, my fingers do not go all the way, that was just how big he was.

I rip my shirt open and I see water rolling down my body as if it's a hot summer's day. Something catches my eye. My veins start turning black , and like almost black blood begins to flow up to my arms. Standing up , I limp to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. The pain begins to double and triple - I hold onto the sink. The black blood or substance travels through every vein in my body, even the eye vein - turning the whites of my eyes black. I feel it flow as it leaves a trail of pain behind. My teeth begin to hurt and I begin to loose conciousness as the pain becomes unbearable.

She bit herself. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The elderly healer slowly looked back at Sera. The concern in his eyes deepened. That was when another healer suddenly gasped. I immediately turned. Black veins. Thin black veins were spreading beneath the skin of Sera's neck. My heart nearly stopped. "What is that?" The veins appeared for only a second. Then it disappeared completely. Like they had never existed. The room exploded into panic. "What was that?" "I've never seen anything like it."

“Of course you will.” “Good,” I say, finishing with his lip. “Then let’s start with why you look like you went three rounds in a boxing ring.” I move to his hands next. His knuckles are raw, skin split and crusted with blood. I pour water over them, watching the red swirl away down the drain before wrapping my fingers around his wrist to steady him. The moment I touch him, his muscles go rigid, and his veins rise under his skin, forming a pale blue map against the tan of his forearm.