Novel & Cerita Dark Blue Veins Underneath Tongue

I just sat there, silently begging him to wake up, to say something, to be okay. As the quiet stretched on, something caught my attention. A mark on his neck. It looked strange, something I’d never seen before. I stood up and leaned closer to get a better look. There were black lines on the side of his neck. They were faint but slowly spreading, curling across his skin in a way that looked deeply unnatural. I hesitated, then gently turned his body to the side. My heart dropped immediately. His entire back was marked with the same dark veins, stretching out in all directions like some kind of infection. It looked as if something was moving beneath his skin, something that did not belong there

A little web of black veins. The start of the poison.

Eyes wide, I gulp at the intensity of what I ignored till now, hoping or deluding myself it would heal sooner or later and that I'd get through. The wound is not bleeding, but it did not heal. Instead of red I find black. The edges of the gushes are turning purple, horrifying black veins spidering out from from them, like veins of a hollow tree. They continue far away from the cut, up to the end of my third last rib. It has been only been two hours. How could it have gotten this worse? As if my body registers the penetration the same time I do, a gurgle bubbles it's way up my throat and I empty whatever it is in the basin.

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.”

I noticed something by the side of his neck and I touched his chin but turned his head to the side, exposing his neck to me. "These are," I trailed off. There were red dots on his neck and they looked like bruises from a pinch but what got my attention more was that the veins that were visible had a strange colour. "What is he doing to you?" I whispered, feeling a twinge of guilt in my chest without realising it. I let go of him when I saw he was watching me closely. "Is this you being concerned or you being curious?" He wondered. "This is me being cautious," the veins looked dull and had a silver colour. Just what kind of deal did he make with Norton that he was still in here or did that ba

It was strange though, I wasn't in any pain, so then why was I crying? Larry's head turned to the side glancing over his shoulder, cursing beneath his breath. For some reason, my eyes settled on his neck as my hands wrapped around his shoulders. Veins Blue veins, teeming with spark and vitality ran from the underside of his chin to where his shirt shielded his shoulder. I gasped, panicking as I blinked my eyes. Willing the sight away. It wasn't real, that wasn't real. What the hell did I just see?!

“Yes. I did promise you, didn’t I?” He tilted his head at her. “I said I will make you normal again.” “How? By poking me every day?” “It’s called acupuncture. It’s to test your blood flow.” He frowned at her words. She lifted his hand to her and said, “See, your veins are looking normal again. Instead of being black and blue, it’s becoming a normal color.” He pulled his hand to his face as he looked at the veins. He didn’t even notice that his blood vessels were becoming normal again.

"Come on, Harlan. We are on the same team. If something is wrong with you, I need to know. Is it drugs? Some kind of medical condition?" Kane let out a short laugh with no humor in it. "Not drugs. Not a condition. Just leave me alone." "You almost shifted or something on the ice," Elias pressed, voice low. "I saw claws starting to come out. Do not tell me that was nothing." Kane stepped around him. "You are imagining things, Voss. Game is over. Go celebrate with the guys." Elias followed him toward the door. "I know what I saw. Your ribs right now. Let me see how they look."

I need to understand what he’s seeing. When I look at myself in the reflection, the blood drains from my face. My veins — they’ve turned black. Not bruised. Not purple. Jet black. The darkness is spreading slowly, like roots of a dead tree branching out under my skin. It makes no sense. I don’t understand what I’m seeing. My throat goes dry, and I can barely swallow. “What is happening to me?” I yell at him, my voice breaking through the tense silence like a desperate plea. It’s as if by shouting, I could force some kind of answer out of him — some explanation to make sense of this nightmare unfolding inside me.

Suddenly, there was a series of bangs. Sean was thumping wildly on the ground in the underground basement. The strong poison was making the blood vessels in his body twist together like pretzels. His blood was ricocheting and boiling, making all the veins on his body bulge. He turned a bright red all over, and some parts of his body were even a dark purple! It was a sign of an imminent blood vessel explosion! "Aargh!" Sean opened his mouth wide and growled in pain, but he could not make a sound. It felt as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat.