Blue Veins Under Tongue Meaning Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

It’s like water that flows in her hand. “Be careful Thana.” “I know what I am doing. I wonder what is this place?” “Well, it might be a secret tunnel at the end of this cave.” There was a doubt in her mind. She is more likely to release the blue color in her palm that the water is coming out and in her other palm is the green color symbolizes the air. It’s like a hurricane that circling in her palm. “Lets go. We need to get outside before it’s too late.”

"You are losing your mind..." Malakor stopped. He looked down at his own bare hands, which were beginning to tremble with fine, violent spastic twitches. Vespera looked closely at his neck. Her stomach dropped into a cold, sickening pit. Despite the massive, intoxicating extraction they had shared on this very rug hours ago, thin, faint traceries of black veins were already beginning to reappear at the base of his throat. They were fainter than before, but they were creeping back with alarming, unnatural speed.

Suddenly, a strange, burning sensation flared right in the center of my chest. It wasn’t the pain of the void, and it wasn’t the physical echo of his injuries. The permanent claim-mark on my neck began to pulse, but it didn’t glow with gold or silver light. It began to bleed a thick, glowing violet liquid—the exact color of theNull-Serum.

There were even treatments for it now. They went on to discuss it, and though she couldn't actually say no, she couldn't actually say yes either. The only thing that she would agree on was the fact that it was a possibility that she had never actually really thought of before except for the fact that when she was younger, her nailbeds did have a blue tint. She's always been pale. She thought it was just the way that she looked.

Panic flashed in his eyes, pure, unfiltered panic. “What the hell… are you okay?” I knelt beside him, reaching out to help, but the moment my fingers brushed his skin, he jerked violently and vomited more blood. I pulled back, but my eyes stayed locked on his. Something was wrong. I looked down at my hand, still resting on his arm, and noticed the skin beneath my fingers. His veins were turning black, dark lines spreading out like cracks in glass. They kept moving, snaking up through his chest, his neck, his face, until they reached his eyes.