Blue Veins Under Tongue Meaning Novels & Stories

He groans. Holding my gaze, he continues. “He has this very high fever, and his face and areas around his eyes are all covered with webs of dark veins that are unstable in appearance. They show up and the next second they disappear, only to appear again." He swallows hard and shakes his head. “I don’t understand it, but oh my fucking gods, I almost lost you, Bethany. Fucking Deskar, I almost-" "Don't blaspheme, please," Gebrit chides quietly, straightening and turning to the dragon shifter.

I felt the strings of my heart tug, a familiar ache forming. He is too young to be subjected to this. Now looking up close, his upper left arm, the side of his neck, and his right ankle were covered in bandages. It did not seem big enough to cause any alarm, however, the coloration of his body was the cause of concern. HIs body had turned into the light shade of purple, the veins prominent in a very dark shade, and his face, sunken and pale. If not that I could hear the very faint sound of his heartbeat, I would assume he was dead, long dead even.

“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?”

'What is this? I rushed towards the bathroom and stopped dead in my track as I saw the marks. It started as something that looked like a cursive C at the top of my breast and continued in snaked patterns as a v up around my neck and then in a small v down behind my neck. It almost looked like a tattoo, but it was much clearer defined and it also looked as if the came from beneath my skin. The color of it was a black going on purple and reminded me of the color a to visible vein had. The mirror image was shocking and all I did was just standing there questioning what had happened last night that made this appear on my skin.

The old man said to Boye, “Looks like you underestimated Baby Zetty.” Boye said, “Keep waiting. The ones that go to her now are just patients with minor pain and illnesses. She’s new to the field, so who would go to her if they have complex diseases?” 20 days later, Baby Zetty came to consult Boye. “Mr. Boye, this man’s complexion looks normal, his pulse is strong, and his organs are functioning as usual. But the root of his tongue is black. Why is that?” Boye was greatly alarmed by what she heard.

VIVIENNE pov I stared at the mirror like it owed me money. Naked. Full-frontal and no mercy. The black veins had retreated to thin, ugly spiderwebs under my skin, mostly arms, thighs, ribs, a nasty crown creeping up my throat like some gothic tattoo gone wrong.

The band clattered into the stone bowl with a sound that made her stomach turn. What lay beneath made her want to cover her arm again on instinct. The skin over her wrist and forearm wasn’t smooth. Silver lines veined up from her palm in thick, branching paths, bright under the surface like molten metal caught just before bursting free. At some points, the flesh between those veins looked thin, like over‑stretched glass. Lysa hissed softly. “That’s… worse than I thought,” she murmured. “Seal’s not just cracked. It’s… filleted.”