Dark Blue Veins Underneath Tongue Novels & Stories

The whispers grow louder until I can catch snippets of words. “...don’t…at me.” Huh? “I can’t hear you.” I say. “Cou—” He raises his head. And my tongue turns into a five-ton rock inside of my mouth as my eyes meet his. His eyes, which had been completely dark brown earlier, are tinged with a sickly hue of blue. His cheeks are the color of dead ash. I see the veins underneath, paths of thick blue twisting across his skin. Holy shit. “Don’t look at me like that.”

I explained. While I spoke, his face changed from blank to surprised, followed by a portion of relief and then to anger. He made me take a step back in surprise when he stood and loomed over me. I tilted my head to look at him. His black hair hung away from his dark blue eyes. I gasped and blinked repeatedly at the black veins that seemed to move slowly under his eyes. They were pulsing black underneath his skin. It was frightening and then of course, he had to open his mouth and show me those sharp long pearly whites.

A thick, veins stretched, mouth filling, brown chocolate, half risen member staring back at me, throbbing. Extra long. Extra hard.

The pain rolled through me in waves, deep and hot and suffocating, starting from my chest and spreading outward until my fingers tingled and my knees buckled. I stumbled to the bed and collapsed onto it, breath already coming in short broken pulls. Then it got worse. My vision blurred and then sharpened in a way that made no sense. I could see my arms. My chest. My hands clutching the sheets. But underneath that, deeper, I saw something else. My blood. I do not know how to explain it without sounding insane. I could see it moving. Dark. Too dark even. Not the bright red you see in textbooks or movies. This was thick and shadowed, almost black, rushing through my veins like it carried weight

I hurried towards the bathroom and shut the door behind me. The moment I was alone, I doubled over as a strange breath escaped my lips. I could feel something moving beneath my skin, something alive and my trembling fingers grabbed the edge of the sink before rolling up my sleeve to see black veins. “What the hell?..." I muttered. They grew beneath my skin like twisted roots as dark energy pulsed through them. Crawling and growing and corrupting. "No..." The whiskers barely left my lips as the darkness slithered garter up my arm and moved towards my shoulder and towards my heart.

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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.

His teeth were clenched so tightly that a thin trickle of dark blood began to leak from the corner of his jaw, dripping onto the yellowed pages of the master register below him. Beneath his skin, the permanent silver veins were no longer just etching lines—they were waking up. The jagged, lightning-like tracks that had lived beneath his collarbone began to rise, bulging against his flesh like thick, iron wires trying to burst through a leather casing. The light radiating from his chest shifted from a faint, latent violet into a blinding, volatile silver that cast sharp, skeletal outlines of his ribs directly through his clothing.

A dark vein appeared on his neck, spread toward his jaw, and then ran down beneath his shirt like a poisonous root seeking fertile soil. “What are you doing?” I asked, fascinated. Talus raised a hand, and a small needle of black light appeared between his fingers. “I’m going to remove the troublesome part,” the old wizard said without hesitation. “His tongue?” I asked with interest. “His will,” Talus said with a smile. “His tongue will still be useful to us.”

I shot back, and I saw his jaw tighten as he stepped closer into my personal space. “Watch your tongue, witch, you’re only in this room because I haven’t decided if you’re more useful alive or dead yet,” he growled, but he didn’t move away, and I noticed the thin black lines starting to creep up the side of his neck again. “Hold still, Vaelor, the shadow is moving and I need to see how far the veins have spread since this morning,” I said, reaching out before he could protest and tilting his head to the side with my hand.