Novel & Cerita Blue Veins Showing In Arms

Hope sniff,her hands moving itself to Si jie arm,somehow she felt her mother presence but she knew it was not her mother someone was marked the same way her mom was "Roll up your pajamas sleeve" "What do you mean by that?" "I said roll it up"At hope insistence she hesitantly open it, her eyes spot something strange on it and she scream taking of her Pj completely. "Hope why is my arm blue?And oh God this is my skin...my skin"Si jie broke into tears, hope hug her friend though not understanding what is going on she felt she as to comfort Si jie. "It's nothing harmful,calm down" "How can I?" Si jie wail "My gorgeous body is been casted on,do you know how much I paid what I did to have this fla

‘The old man's temper is something else! "Damn it!" Dominic snorted, not knowing whether he had lost his temper with himself or Alexander. Following that, he raised his arms and put them by the side of the tub. Alexander could only stay rooted and watch him. He was shocked because he had never seen an arm like that before. The blue veins on Dominic's arms were prominent, just like how an arm of a skinny and malnourished person would look, but that was not it. Dominic's arms were not bony, but the veins and blood vessels remained prominent.

Lior's right hand moves to the left forearm, pressing against it, and the motion exposes the inside of the wrist for a moment before being covered again. But a moment is enough. The veins beneath the skin have darkened. Not the deep bruised color of normal vampire circulation. Something darker than that. Something that runs in thin branching lines up toward the elbow the way frost patterns run across glass, black at the center and fading to dark gray at the edges, spreading even as Lucian watches in the second before Lior covers the arm again. Lior looks up. Meets Lucian's eyes with the gold gaze that has never looked uncertain until this moment.

It was strange though, I wasn't in any pain, so then why was I crying? Larry's head turned to the side glancing over his shoulder, cursing beneath his breath. For some reason, my eyes settled on his neck as my hands wrapped around his shoulders. Veins Blue veins, teeming with spark and vitality ran from the underside of his chin to where his shirt shielded his shoulder. I gasped, panicking as I blinked my eyes. Willing the sight away. It wasn't real, that wasn't real. What the hell did I just see?!

He looks up as I enter, his expression guarded but there’s something else beneath it now. Something unsettled. “You said this was urgent,” he says. “It is.” I don’t move further into the room immediately. I just… look at him. And the moment I do my breath catches. There, clear as daylight. Black veins. They spider out from his chest, branching across his skin beneath his shirt like cracks spreading through glass. They pulse faintly, alive with something dark, something wrong, radiating outward from his heart. For a second, I can’t move because this...

I looked down at my arms. Veins glowing faintly. Not gold. But black. “She left a mark.” And this time, I didn’t think I could burn it away.

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.

Veins could be seen bulging and pulsing on every visible part of his body. The aura he gave off was a warning for anyone not to get close to him.

he explained, and I felt his hand wrap around my arm. I looked at his hand. The veins on it were prominent, almost bulging as if they were about to break through his skin. Heat suddenly rushed through me as I stared at his arm. I know it myself, it is one of my weaknesses. His veins. On his arms and hands. Damn it. Why do I have to feel this at a time like this? I bit my lower lip and let out a rough breath. Melody is right. Maybe I have been too much of a negative thinker. I was not like this before, and it is something I do not like about myself.

The bruised-purple steam was completely gone. I looked down at my hands. My left arm was heavily scarred, the permanently cooked veins running beneath the skin a dormant, matte black. It felt incredibly heavy, perfectly attuned to the steady, comforting thump-thump of the earth's deep magma nodes pulsing miles beneath the city. My right arm was pale, the veins glowing with a faint, steady silver luminescence. It felt weightless, completely untethered from the planet, humming with the cold, silent frequency of the moon.