Blue Veins Under My Tongue Novels & Stories

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.

as they rubbed against the velvet surface. His underwear was black, made of elastic cotton, and fit tightly against his hips and thighs. When he pulled it down, his genitals emerged from the cotton fabric, trembling slightly in the warm light. His erection was full, with veins visible on the shaft under the warm glow. Blue veins ran from the base to just below the coronal sulcus, resembling a winding river branch. The color of the glans was slightly darker than that of the shaft. As it was exposed to the air, the skin tightened, giving it a slight sheen.

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.

More veins stretched downward beneath his collar. "What is that?" I asked, rushing toward him. But the veins were spreading from the source of the injury. At the back of his neck, deep claw marks had turned a dark purplish blue. I could not even begin to understand what I was looking at.

“Mine doesn’t look anything like yours. Not even close. Mine’s surrounded by creepy veins and looks like weird symbols are forming in it. It glows, too. Like my—wait, are my eyes still glowing?” “Like a spotlight.” His eyes narrow onto my arm, covered by my jacket’s sleeve. “Can I see it? The dark veins are normal, by the way. It passes, so don’t worry.” “I’m glad to hear that.” I push back my hair to reveal my neck. “Mine almost takes up my entire neck.” “Your neck?” Elijah’s eyes jerk up from my arm. His face contorts in shock. He swoops forward and grabs my shoulder. “What the hell?”

Any thermometer would have failed to measure what I could see what I could feel. There were black veins. Thin, unnatural lines moving beneath his skin, like living ink made of shadow itself. They pulsed, spreading with each heartbeat. I had seen similar cases, but nothing like this. They’d started at his ankles, creeping upward, pulsing with an intensity that made my chest tighten. Now they had reached his waist. If they crossed any further, spread past that point, he’d be gone. Not in the usual medical sense. Gone entirely. I pressed my fingers against his wrist again, feeling the pulse. Weak, but it was there. Just barely.

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.

I can feel my pulse becoming aggressive. When I look up, I have a feeling that something has changed in me. My breathing has also become harsh, and I can really feel the veins on my neck. My vision became clearer as my eyes shifted to Trey's neck. He was the closest and had his neck exposed. I can hear his pulse from here, even the beating of his heart it was too loud. I stretched my neck from left to right slowly while still staring at Trey's neck intently. My lips automatically separate from each other, and something's odd within my mouth. I can feel two things that were too sharp felt as though my tongue had been wounded, causing it to bleed. I tasted how sweet my blood is, which made me

"Mom has this too,they call it pro something, though not sure" "Pro what?What the hell is wrong with me?I don't want magic please hope I don't want this,no it's definitely not that I think I'm suffering from a rare cancer"Si jie rant,hope scoff. " Named what?"A small smile grease hope lips,Si jie calm down a little racking her brain to think of a name. "Something blue, blueish cancer I assume, no blueterrisg cancer" " There's nothing like that"

The black and green veins that are coming off the mark are making its way to my heart. I pull my t-shirt over my head as I examine the veins more closely, they almost look alive. The knocking on the door comes at the same time the breath is knocked out from my lungs as if they were in a vice. What the fuck is going on? I think as I grip the bathroom sink feeling sick as the knocking becomes louder.