Blue Veins Under My Tongue Novels & Stories

The past days, I had been feeling fatigued for no reason. Going into the bathroom, I walked to the mirror and looked at my reflection. I indeed did look tired. Taking off the t shirt I wore, my heart sank when I looked into the mirror. Black veins had started growing on the sides of my stomach like some stretch marks. They looked like tree roots but very ugly. My mind went into turmoil for a few seconds as realization dawned upon me. Shit. It had began.

I groaned flopping onto my side, my tongue hanging as I painted. “Vampire blood is poisonous to you, it causes blisters and swelling, nausea, vomiting, even in large amounts.” She said as she turned the pages. “Figured that one out on my own thanks, didn’t even need a fancy PH.D.” I rolled and stretched, desperate to find some relief from the endless churning of my gut.

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.

The whispers grow louder until I can catch snippets of words. “...don’t…at me.” Huh? “I can’t hear you.” I say. “Cou—” He raises his head. And my tongue turns into a five-ton rock inside of my mouth as my eyes meet his. His eyes, which had been completely dark brown earlier, are tinged with a sickly hue of blue. His cheeks are the color of dead ash. I see the veins underneath, paths of thick blue twisting across his skin. Holy shit. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“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.

I need to cut my veins to let the poison in my bloodstream out. Now!

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