Blue Veins Under My Tongue Novels & Stories

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.

"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

My mother didn't even have time to cry out. As I drank, the changes became visible. My brown hair darkened strand by strand, transforming into that unnatural burgundy shade I'd grown up hating. My eyes burned as they shifted from ordinary brown to that eerie emerald green. The black veins under my skin pulsed with each swallow of the midwife's blood.

“But that’s under the sternum.” “They’re not so hard to crack.” I feel my heart speed up again as I try not to think about Lucas basically pulling someone’s heart out and sucking their blood right out of it. “Here’s another good place,” he says, moving his mouth to the side of my neck. “Your jugular vein.” “Will a bite there kill me?” “From me? No. From a younger vampire with less control? Yes.” “So,” I start. “Veins are good, and arteries are bad? In terms of living and dying, I mean.”

His teeth were clenched so tightly that a thin trickle of dark blood began to leak from the corner of his jaw, dripping onto the yellowed pages of the master register below him. Beneath his skin, the permanent silver veins were no longer just etching lines—they were waking up. The jagged, lightning-like tracks that had lived beneath his collarbone began to rise, bulging against his flesh like thick, iron wires trying to burst through a leather casing. The light radiating from his chest shifted from a faint, latent violet into a blinding, volatile silver that cast sharp, skeletal outlines of his ribs directly through his clothing.

And in the basin below, he saw his severed toes floating in a shallow puddle of blood and rising steam. He inspected the rest of his body. Bruises darkened his abdomen. Clean slice marks crossed his chest, some shallow, some deep enough that he could see the pale edge of muscle beneath torn skin. Along his left arm, veins glowed an unnatural blue beneath the surface. He sucked in a sharp breath. It was poison wrought by sylph magic. His body was fighting it, trying to burn it out from the inside. “Incredible.” The voice rolled through the chamber like distant thunder.

The stems are dried. “Wrong,” I said, stepping up to the table. The entire room went dead silent. Genevieve’s jaw tightened at the sight of me. I pointed to the jagged leaves. “It’s Silverleaf toxin. Look at the veins in the underside—they're pale blue, not white. If you boil it, it doesn't smell like Wolfsbane at all. It smells like sweet almonds.” Morgana’s eyebrows shot up. “And this one, Southern wolf?”

it has a strong outline of vein along it's underside, the need to feel those veins against my tongue chokes me. "Daddy" I whisper and his pupils dilated, as he sat straighter and his hand tighten around the swollen cock that should be in my mouth, not his hand. "What has gotten into you?" He groans deeply, eyeing me up and down. "I-I just...." I stutter as my confidence seeps out of me the same way my pussy juice keeps leaking out of me. "She just wants you to fuck her into oblivion on your desk, professor" Brie say for me, she has been at the door, waiting to enter when she knows I need help.

I was already shaken by it. “It seems you are familiar with stuff like this. You are right, this poison is a fatal one that affects the heart. It does its first job serving as a vitamin to the body. It's so powerful to a point that it cannot be traced in your bloodstream. It cannot be detected, truthfully, I commanded the test. But it became more strange when we found nothing. But observing your tongue, it has changed its color from pale pink to almost deep blue. So I got the poison itself and just as expected, it confirmed my suspicions.”

I hissed and looked around us in case anyone heard it. Trei simply laughed and didn’t seem offended. “It’s fine. We’re all used to it that it doesn’t bother us anymore.” He says, then he looked at Byron. “Unfortunately, this is the skin that I am born with. The blue skin that you saw before only appears when I am underwater.” “How is that possible?” I asked.