Dark Blue Veins Underneath Tongue Novels & Stories

"Mom has this too,they call it pro something, though not sure" "Pro what?What the hell is wrong with me?I don't want magic please hope I don't want this,no it's definitely not that I think I'm suffering from a rare cancer"Si jie rant,hope scoff. " Named what?"A small smile grease hope lips,Si jie calm down a little racking her brain to think of a name. "Something blue, blueish cancer I assume, no blueterrisg cancer" " There's nothing like that"

He moved the edge over her neck painfully slow before pressing it to her throat promisingly. "Do you know the most fragile vein is located around here? It's directly connected to the artery in charge of pumping most of the blood that's being circulated through out the body. One puncture and you will bleed to death" He told her teasingly as he continued to work the knife further before moving it away to stare back at her reaction and it was overly satisfying as the corner of his lip pulled up in a little smile before his expression turned dark yet again.

“Do you have one?” “Of course I do.” Reaching under her cloak, Sungul tugged on the collar of her dress. As a tattoo quickly began to appear on her skin, it began to glow a muted purple. An odd color for Sungul to conjure. I’ve never seen her magical energy manifest in a purple hue. It's normally some range of light blue. Nothing remotely close to the dark purple that I was seeing.

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.

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.

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.

A surreal glow from below grabbed her attention and upon glancing down, the fascinating scenery put her in awe. Blue veins stretched from her toes and into the floor, branching out into other veins that spread out across the whole floor and walls, going beyond the still curtains. The same situation occurred with Bjorn’s feet and as the snaky blue veins dotted the ceiling like the branches of a tree, the small platform in front of Mel glowed a soft ashen colour, shifting the shimmering blue to a light grey.

I put my hand on my forehead and waited for everything to stop moving. The black veins caught my eye. They were worse. So much worse. Yesterday, they had only been on my hands and wrists, creeping up my arms like dark little rivers under my skin. Now they had spread past my elbows. I could see them clearly through my nightgown, crawling up toward my shoulders. When I touched my neck, I felt the bumpy lines there too. They had reached my collarbone. I was running out of time.

"Check your chest. Now." My hand flew to my sternum before I was even fully awake. I sucked in a breath. It rattled like a bag of dry gravel. The brand—the jagged 'X'—didn't just glow anymore. The skin around it had turned a sick, necrotic purple. Black veins branched out from the center, crawling toward my collarbone like ink dropped in water. It pulsed. A low, wet throb that made my vision swim with static.

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.