Blue Veins Under Tongue Meaning Novels & Stories

The blue veins resembled tributaries of a river. His pulse beat beneath her fingertips. With each beat, it struck her knuckles, at a faster rate than she had expected. “You’re nervous,” she said. His thumb came to a stop in the palm of her hand. He raised his head and looked at her. His blue eyes appeared even darker in the warm light from the nightstand. Around the edges of his pupils were dark gray markings, like ripples on water stirred by the wind. "What about you?" he asked.

Lior's right hand moves to the left forearm, pressing against it, and the motion exposes the inside of the wrist for a moment before being covered again. But a moment is enough. The veins beneath the skin have darkened. Not the deep bruised color of normal vampire circulation. Something darker than that. Something that runs in thin branching lines up toward the elbow the way frost patterns run across glass, black at the center and fading to dark gray at the edges, spreading even as Lucian watches in the second before Lior covers the arm again. Lior looks up. Meets Lucian's eyes with the gold gaze that has never looked uncertain until this moment.

No matter what, he’s the last person I’m meant to consider attractive. I grabbed his arm to cover it up with the blanket but I paused abruptly noticing this weird color on the vein in his hand. I thought veins were usually green in color, why was his purple? Drawing my attention back to his face, I noticed how pale he was for real and I moved to the other side of the bed to check out his other arm, and the veins in his hand were purple as well. “Oh my God” I gasped, dropping his arm out of shock and covering my mouth. I moved close, reaching for his face and opening his eyes and the veins in his eyes were purple as well, and that was when I knew that things had just gotten a little too serio

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.

So why am I feeling so drained, and why does my arm throb? I pull up the soaked sleeve to inspect the area that is giving me issues and gasp out loud when I see not just a mass of dark bruising, but my veins are a deep hue of purple and angry looking. My throat goes dry when I see a small hole, no bigger than a needle, but bright red, sitting in the center of the bruising and discolored veins. What did they do to me? It’s the logical question, the only one that comes to mind. They, whoever it was that attacked me, must have caused this.

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.

His palm tore away from the stone, leaving a bloodstain that was slowly absorbed by the black rock, as if the stone were licking it clean. "Damn it! You were out for three minutes!" Stefan shouted, his face frantic. Siron coughed, his head throbbing with pain. But inside him, something was different. The weave in his veins, his golden threads, were now adorned with two new, thin strands: one pale blue, one light pink. They were fragile, almost transparent, but they were THERE. "Can you see them?" Siron hissed, showing his veins to Stefan. Stefan narrowed his eyes, then gave a slow nod. "There are... other colors. Very faint. You did it?"

“What is that veins, the one on your face? I have noticed them since awhile ago, but never got the chance to ask.” “Ah, this?” Noel touched his jaw. “This is the veins that show the flow of your Mana inside your body. It is used as a medium to cast spells, like how some wizards use wands to channel their Mana, these veins serves the same function. The veins doesn’t really change color originally, but it will glow when the caster wants to cast magic. The color that showed on their skin differ from each person, but white is the rarest of them all. It is said to only be limited to child of the night only.”

I nodded "Yes and Luca is inside. I think it’s the poison that is holding him from reaching out to us." "These veins aren’t poison Bella, it’s magical…. ancestral bloodline-based." He said as he reached to touch it but I quickly stopped him "It burns. Don’t." "I wasn’t going to touch it. I just want to feel the aura around it." He moved his hand mere inches around the veins but didn’t touch them. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused "Trying to figure out what all of this is." He said softly "I mean if Luca is truly behind the door then these veins gotta mean something." He explained