Dark Blue Veins Underneath Tongue Novels & Stories

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

"How... are you?" "I am... adjusting," he said, the word a vast understatement. A shadow of profound disorientation flickered in his eyes. His right hand, as if with a mind of its own, drifted to his left arm. My attention snagged there, and the air seemed to grow colder. Against the pale canvas of his skin, sickly, orange-gold veins crawled and writhed with a faint glow. They were not flat marks, but a living tracery, like lightning trapped and writhing beneath the surface, a parasite etched in light. They snaked up from his wrist, disappearing under the sleeve of his tunic. I shouldn't ask. It's cruel, a part of me thought. But another, fiercer part knew I had to. I can't help him if I'm b

Black veins spread beneath the skin of his neck like spilled ink. His eyes lifted toward Lyra— And one of them had turned completely silver.

Elizabeth observed as the veins on the side of his neck popped when his jaw ticked, teeth obviously grinding behind his thin pale pink lips. His clenched jaw was squared, with a nice love line in the middle of his jaw. A cleft chin, something one did not see everyday. There was a very noticeable ink at the side of his face, a black drawing of two serpents fighting for dominance, identical to the necklace on his neck.

as they rubbed against the velvet surface. His underwear was black, made of elastic cotton, and fit tightly against his hips and thighs. When he pulled it down, his genitals emerged from the cotton fabric, trembling slightly in the warm light. His erection was full, with veins visible on the shaft under the warm glow. Blue veins ran from the base to just below the coronal sulcus, resembling a winding river branch. The color of the glans was slightly darker than that of the shaft. As it was exposed to the air, the skin tightened, giving it a slight sheen.

She walks out of the room and I get up from my bed and walk to the bathroom. The first thing I saw was my face and I felt like I've risen from my own corpse, my cheeks have sunken too much, I've got dark bags under my eyes and my skin looks so pale and lifeless. And then my gaze moves to my left side of the neck, a huge patch of my skin has gone blue in color with purple spots and I see two holes in the center. This shit is agony! I sigh and carefully remove my clothes, my whole upper left side pains on even the slightest movement and look how easily these vampires drink and just forget what sin they did!

That final foot would never land. The hand gripping the sword began to shake. At first, just a faint tremor in the knuckles. Then his entire hand convulsed violently, like an old man too frail to hold a teacup steady. He stared down at his own hand, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints. Black veins erupted beneath his skin, starting from his fingertips. They didn't surface from the outside. They leaked upward from within his blood vessels, every dark line spreading along the pathways of his veins.