Blue Veins Showing In Arms Novels & Stories

Heat flushed his veins. Then cold. He staggered. Caught himself on the edge of the boundary wall. Nyra’s head snapped toward him. “Alpha?” she said sharply. He tried to answer. The word stuck. A strange, numb tingling crawled up his legs into his arms. His veins—visible under the skin at his forearms, where the sweat had darkened his shirt—looked… wrong. Darker. Like something thick and ugly ran in them. Mae was at his side in an instant, hand clamping around his wrist, fingers finding pulse, eyes narrowing.

—like two notes of different frequencies being played simultaneously. Her fingers emerged from her pockets and touched his wrist. The tips of her fingers brushed against the skin on the inside of his wrist—the skin there was very thin, with veins faintly visible beneath. Blue veins resembled tributaries of a river. His pulse beat beneath her fingertips, each beat striking against her fingers at a faster rate than she had expected.

I gathered a little amount of water in my palms and splashed it all over my face, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling I was having right now. My heart feels heavy these days. I can't explain it, but sometimes it feels like as if something is crushing it. I looked at myself in the mirror, and when I looked closely, I saw a weird looking black mark peeking in my chest. I moved my shirt down a little and I gasped when I saw a thin black line of veins in my chest. "Why didn't I notice this? Why is this happening, I thought I still had plenty of time." I muttered, confused.

But black veins snaked across her pale skin, spreading like poison just under the surface. They looked wrong and unnatural. “What the fuck is that?” I barked, rushing closer. My chest hammered as I stared at her still form. Why was she so still? Elara didn’t flinch at my tone. Instead, she picked up a needle from her tray, flicked it once, and leaned over Mia’s arm. With the calmness of a healer, she pricked one of the swollen veins. Dark, almost tar-like blood oozed out slowly. Panic crawled up my throat. Goddess, what was that?!

I put my hand on my forehead and waited for everything to stop moving. The black veins caught my eye. They were worse. So much worse. Yesterday, they had only been on my hands and wrists, creeping up my arms like dark little rivers under my skin. Now they had spread past my elbows. I could see them clearly through my nightgown, crawling up toward my shoulders. When I touched my neck, I felt the bumpy lines there too. They had reached my collarbone. I was running out of time.

All I could see was her. She was a wreck. Blood crusted under her nose. A long gash torn down her side where the beast’s claws had caught her. Her face was gray and sunken, her lips cracked. And her arm… I pulled back her torn sleeve and my heart stopped. The black veins. I’d heard about them. I’d seen them on the dying at the gates. But I’d never seen them on her, and the sight of them tore something open in me. They’d spread far past her wrist, past her elbow, climbing up over her shoulder, dark and thick and pulsing faintly under her skin like something alive.

Didn’t look away. Neither did I. Until I couldn’t take the way my stomach fluttered, the way heat bloomed beneath my skin. I looked down, breath catching in my throat. His hand moved to untangle mine from his shoulder—and then stilled. He was staring at my forearm. At the vein. Dark and thin, spidering from just beneath the skin. Not green. Not purple. Black. I thought that vanished before. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, not hard, but firm. Possessive.

"How... are you?" "I am... adjusting," he said, the word a vast understatement. A shadow of profound disorientation flickered in his eyes. His right hand, as if with a mind of its own, drifted to his left arm. My attention snagged there, and the air seemed to grow colder. Against the pale canvas of his skin, sickly, orange-gold veins crawled and writhed with a faint glow. They were not flat marks, but a living tracery, like lightning trapped and writhing beneath the surface, a parasite etched in light. They snaked up from his wrist, disappearing under the sleeve of his tunic. I shouldn't ask. It's cruel, a part of me thought. But another, fiercer part knew I had to. I can't help him if I'm b

But it was his arm that almost stopped my breath— His arm was exactly as I had seen in the vision… Black veins crawled up from his wrist, spreading like cracked obsidian under the skin. His fingers were turning grey, lifeless, as though someone was draining the light from him. His breathing was uneven, sharp, each inhale sounding like a fight he was slowly losing. My knees nearly buckled. “No…” I whispered, my voice breaking. ‘No, no… this— this can’t be real. I saw this. I saw— How—!?’ I still couldn't believe my eyes.

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.