Dark Blue Veins Underneath Tongue Novels & Stories

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.

So why am I feeling so drained, and why does my arm throb? I pull up the soaked sleeve to inspect the area that is giving me issues and gasp out loud when I see not just a mass of dark bruising, but my veins are a deep hue of purple and angry looking. My throat goes dry when I see a small hole, no bigger than a needle, but bright red, sitting in the center of the bruising and discolored veins. What did they do to me? It’s the logical question, the only one that comes to mind. They, whoever it was that attacked me, must have caused this.

A low exhale escaped him, the only sign I’d affected him at all. I did it again, longer this time, dragging my tongue up the underside, tracing the thick vein that pulsed under the skin. When I reached the head, I circled it slowly, teasing the sensitive ridge, flicking the slit before sucking it into my mouth with soft, wet pulls.

I rip my shirt open and I see water rolling down my body as if it's a hot summer's day. Something catches my eye. My veins start turning black , and like almost black blood begins to flow up to my arms. Standing up , I limp to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. The pain begins to double and triple - I hold onto the sink. The black blood or substance travels through every vein in my body, even the eye vein - turning the whites of my eyes black. I feel it flow as it leaves a trail of pain behind. My teeth begin to hurt and I begin to loose conciousness as the pain becomes unbearable.

In the next second, the veins protruding from his neck turned black. “Wolfsbane” Zaden whispered and everyone's eye snapped at him. He had tortured and killed 38 rogues by infusing them with wolfsbane, so naturally, he would know the trademark symptoms. Black venation is one of them, at a lethal level. Aira's eye is now filled with fury as she fought to withstand her mate's pain

For saying it out loud when I had no idea what to do with it. The dark veins had spread further overnight. I’d noticed it the moment I’d walked in this morning — or what passed for morning, time having lost most of its meaning. They crawled up his neck now, visible above the collar of the hospital gown. Black tendrils, branching and spreading like cracks in ice, reaching toward his jaw, his face. Dr. Hayes said they were close to his heart. I hadn’t let myself think too hard about what that meant. The door opened. I didn’t look up. I didn’t have the energy for whoever it was, whatever they needed from me.

“Open your mouth and held out your tongue.” When she hangs out her tongue, it surprised me to see the color of it. It seems purple and had black dots around the corners of her tongue. It looks so weird and surprising. “I guess we need to go to the doctor to check on you.” “Is it serious?” Apollo asked. Looking worried. “Maybe. Look at her tongue.” When Apollo saw the color of her tongue, his eyes widen. “This can’t be.” He shakes his head. “Do you know what is happening to her, Apollo?”

The black and green veins that are coming off the mark are making its way to my heart. I pull my t-shirt over my head as I examine the veins more closely, they almost look alive. The knocking on the door comes at the same time the breath is knocked out from my lungs as if they were in a vice. What the fuck is going on? I think as I grip the bathroom sink feeling sick as the knocking becomes louder.

At first I didn’t understand what he was showing me, but then he brought his hand closer to me, and I saw it. Dark veins that ran from his wrist and went inward, forming a spider-web like structure. The colour was so faint that it was barely recognizable, but I think for a fraction of a second…I saw them get darker, bigger, before they almost disappeared from sight. “What was that?” I took his hand in mine, tracing the now blue-looking vein with my fingers, but nothing happened. It was simply gone. “I wish I could tell you.” He shook his head. “But I have no idea.”

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