Blue Veins Under Tongue Meaning Novels & Stories

“Open your mouth and held out your tongue.” When she hangs out her tongue, it surprised me to see the color of it. It seems purple and had black dots around the corners of her tongue. It looks so weird and surprising. “I guess we need to go to the doctor to check on you.” “Is it serious?” Apollo asked. Looking worried. “Maybe. Look at her tongue.” When Apollo saw the color of her tongue, his eyes widen. “This can’t be.” He shakes his head. “Do you know what is happening to her, Apollo?”

against my brutally heated body made me Not when I found myself completely soft on the bed of that strange kingdom, watching me in the ceiling mirror that accompanied the entire length of the bed. My image was depressing, to say the least. As much as the color of the dress didn't help much with its pink and pale tone, my skin no longer contained any color. My eyelids exhibited venous lines that left my entire eye purplish, like dark circles under the eyes of those who haven't slept in a long time. My lips were dry, withered, and my tongue tried from time to time to moisten them, even if there wasn't a drop of saliva in my mouth.

Walking into the bathroom connecting to the living room next and next to the washroom I stop at the counter. Turning I pulled back up the back of my shirt and looked at it wide eyed “shit” I whispered looking at the large purple shaded bruise that seemed to spread over my lower back red like veins peeking out behind it trailing upward. ‘That explains the burning feeling I guess’ I thought while looking at the veins. Taking in a few deep breaths I watch how the veins move under my skin turning slightly black. “Is that normal?” Sebastian asked from next to me, causing me to jump a little.

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’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

I placed one hand on the mid column of my neck trying to stop the uncomfortable feeling. I looked at my reflection on the mirror of the dresser opposite to my bed. My skin turned paler than a white paper. Blue veins were prominent . My irises were deep crimson red. My canines extended not in wolf teeth but vampire's. It had been a long time since I had blood.

“Drink.” I looked at the veins on his throat and I could see the blood pulsing under his pale skin. I could smell the luscious life-giving blood underneath, calling to me … I didn’t pause to wonder what was happening to me or what I was doing. Instead, I bared my teeth and sank them into the milky-white flesh of his neck.

he asked. I can see Alex's bite marks half curved into the shape of his teeth. But there was something odd, which I would not have noticed if Balthazar had not pointed it out to me. "What's that?" I whispered when I saw a small purple streak that came from the bite mark. Similar to veins but more conspicuous. That dampens your strength a bit. A kind of seal that's technically similar to mine before, but mine is meant to protect you ... whereas that one ... "

She saw all the veins in his neck stand out like thick cords as he held on. “I’ve got you,” he said through clenched teeth. “Don’t…don’t look down.” June’s curiosity got the better of her. She looked anyway. The entire ocean floor was visible under the swirling water—and there, rising out of the black sand, was another tree, made from blue glass.

Almost gently. * * * Caelan was at his desk. Not working — papers pushed aside. Sitting with his face in his hands, shirt open at the collar, the way a shirt opened when a man had stopped thinking about what he looked like. So I saw them. The veins. Black, fine as thread, spreading in a branching pattern from the centre of his chest — not like bruising, like something drawn with intention. They crossed his sternum, reached toward his ribs, and one branch climbed the left side of his throat and stopped, for now, at his collarbone.