Dark Blue Veins Underneath Tongue Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help wondering if I could comfortably take it. A thick tuft of hair draped the base of his shaft like black velvet. The turgid length pulsed with veins threatening to burst from the skin. His mushroom tip was a deep shade of red and pink, throbbing with ridges and his peephole was already spilling with precum.

“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.”

Almost gently. * * * Caelan was at his desk. Not working — papers pushed aside. Sitting with his face in his hands, shirt open at the collar, the way a shirt opened when a man had stopped thinking about what he looked like. So I saw them. The veins. Black, fine as thread, spreading in a branching pattern from the centre of his chest — not like bruising, like something drawn with intention. They crossed his sternum, reached toward his ribs, and one branch climbed the left side of his throat and stopped, for now, at his collarbone.

Nicole hesitated, then nodded and slipped out. I stood on shaky legs and walked to the mirror. What I saw made my hands tremble more. My wrist curled into a fist. A black vein. It was thin as a spider's thread and crept up from my collarbone toward my neck. What is that? I touched it, expecting heat, but it was cold. I didn't know what it was. I couldn't understand it. But fear crawled up my spine as I stared. I need to hide this. This is too strange.

The only person allowed to be more upset than me is her and the kids at this very moment. Nodding at my father's awfully angry face, especially given the circumstances, I look back down at my sleeping beauty. Now, as what usually happens minutes after giving a human venom of a vampire- hybrid in this case which only makes it that much better- I can see the once lightly coloured blue veins running down her neck now rotting black, indicating that it's working.

I stood in front of the floor-length mirror and gasped at my reflection. The burns and marks had nearly all faded. However, the entire left side of my body from the top of my thigh and up to my neck had blackened veins swirling around it. It was the same way the veins swirled from where the shadow punctured earlier. They descended from my neck to connect all the way to where Ezekiel and Heath had been injecting me. Oh, Goddess, no. This could not be happening. I lifted my finger to it, and the veins moved, interacting with my fingertip. I knew this was related to the substance, but I was not sure why it was reacting differently this time. What did it mean? What were those shadow fucks anyway

I need this desperately. He is watching me, writhing in pain and the subtle pleasure. I clench the sheets while trying to not make it so obvious. “ First time? ” He lowers his hand to my stomach, feeling the tensed muscles. I bite my lower lip but refuse to answer him. His eyes flash a threatening black, making my eyes widen in horror. Slowly, strange dark red veins pop under his eyes and in his cheeks. This can’t be. Only the eyes of Lycans ever flash black. And what are those veins? I have never seen this before.

He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim. I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

He leans in, his mouth seeking hers, and when they touch, a fountain of black bile erupts from her throat into his. He chokes on it, his body arching, his skin beginning to crack and bleed as the dark power forces its way into his veins. I can see the veins in his neck turning black, bulging like worms beneath his skin. "They're vesting him," Myra gasps, clutching my arm so hard her nails draw blood. "Look at his back!"

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