روايات وقصص ضمن Blue Veins In Palm Of Hands Suddenly

it has to be. The veins in my arms were changing colour, turning darker to almost black. It was spreading further and further up to cover my entire left hand And that's when I felt the numbness to enter...my entire left arm was numb...and I couldn't feel it. What was it in his claws? Were they coated in poison or what? A normal wound or claw mark wouldn't do this. Then what was this? "Alex! Dammit! Speak!" I scream through the mindlink. Removing the mask covering my face and throwing on my way with my good hand, before it also starts turning numb.

Sweat beads on his forehead, but it is the veins—those dark, serpentine lines crawling beneath the surface—that draw all eyes. They coil like a creeping vine, twisting and winding up from the wrists to the elbows, then slithering further towards the neck. Black and swollen, they pulse with an eerie rhythm, as if alive, as if feeding on the very essence of life within him. The darkness spreads like a malevolent plant devouring its host, snaking toward the heart, ready to choke out the final flickers of vitality.

Rushing here frantically, his heart leaped in joy after seeing Ricky still in one piece, breathing and grinning at him. His Sol never failed to amaze him. While running his hands on his limp arm, he noticed something uncommon. "Did your hand got cursed earlier?" He held Ricky's arm which was in pain some time ago and realized some small dark blue purplish spots on the area of his hand up to his lower forearm. "Maybe? I saw something dark and murky on it." He glanced towards his hand. The spots were smaller than before. "...Did you do something to me?" "I... Didn't do anything I think? Wasn't it because of your Mana circulation?"

Golden locks cascaded down her shoulders as she beamed at the camera. A shiver raced down my spine as I clicked on the photo album, flipping to the date of my birthday. That night, Chase told me he was busy. He was so occupied with dealing with a batch of arms that he couldn't call me—and I believed in him. But the photo before me said otherwise. He was with Lucille at the most prestigious private club in Montagne, picking out a diamond necklace and holding a glass of champagne for her. I had never seen this side of him.

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.

I immediately retracted my hand and placed it on my thigh. I wouldn't be surprised if she'll touch my palm despite seeing how it was dangerously glowing. To her it might seem attractive due to how clumsy she is. "What happened to your hand? Why is it different from mine and strange? Why does it keep glowing? Why does it have has green lines like glowing veins?"

Halfway there, a splinter from the rough yoke dug into my palm. “Damn it,” I hissed as pain lanced through my hand. The buckets swayed dangerously. I set the yoke down just long enough to shift my grip and inspect my palm. A thin, angry red line cut across the skin, and bright blood welled up in a bead. For a second, it was nothing. Then the blood glowed. Silver‑blue light flared from that one bright drop, a tiny sun on my skin. It spread, tracing an outline beneath the surface like ink soaking into parchment.

My vision swam. I needed to leave this place by all means, and I couldn’t leave her here. I couldn’t breathe for a second, so I turned and rushed out of the room, my chest tight, my head spinning. I needed space. I pushed into the bathroom down the hall and leaned over the sink, gripping the edges like they were the only thing holding me together. That’s when I saw it. My hands were covered in glowing red veins, crawling up my wrists like fire under the skin.

That final foot would never land. The hand gripping the sword began to shake. At first, just a faint tremor in the knuckles. Then his entire hand convulsed violently, like an old man too frail to hold a teacup steady. He stared down at his own hand, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints. Black veins erupted beneath his skin, starting from his fingertips. They didn't surface from the outside. They leaked upward from within his blood vessels, every dark line spreading along the pathways of his veins.

Panic flashed in his eyes, pure, unfiltered panic. “What the hell… are you okay?” I knelt beside him, reaching out to help, but the moment my fingers brushed his skin, he jerked violently and vomited more blood. I pulled back, but my eyes stayed locked on his. Something was wrong. I looked down at my hand, still resting on his arm, and noticed the skin beneath my fingers. His veins were turning black, dark lines spreading out like cracks in glass. They kept moving, snaking up through his chest, his neck, his face, until they reached his eyes.