Hots Icy Veins Novels & Stories

“Strip. I want to see what I won.” Soren hesitated, pride warring with the fire racing through his veins. Then he pulled the hoodie over his head in one rough motion, revealing his torso: toned, athletic, and marked with fresh battle wounds. JR’s eyes darkened with hunger. “Beautiful,” JR muttered, almost to himself. He shrugged off his own shirt, revealing miles of tattooed muscle and the powerful build that made him a nightmare on the ice. “Bedroom. Now.” Soren let himself be guided down the hall, JR’s hand burning at the small of his back. The bedroom was massive, dominated by a king-sized bed with black sheets. JR pushed him down onto it, crawling over him with predatory grace.

The nіghtіе rоѕе аbоvе her hip, аnd Hugh wаѕ treated to a ѕресtасulаr vіеw of hеr ѕhаvеd mоund and thе ріnk lірѕ оf her young teen pussy. Shе rеасhеd fоr thе opening оf hіѕ flу and lifted hіѕ ѕwоllеn реnіѕ through it, hеr ѕlіm fingers delicately investigating thе distended veins аnd ѕlісk hоt flеѕh оf thе mеmbеr.

Then again, why did I get burnt by Ace's tattoo? I looked at my hands and smiled warily at the tattoo that made itself home after the burnt incident. The fire vines were back and printed on the skin of my hands. The vines tightened, dragging all my veins into my forearm, my right forearm. The vines only grew bigger at my left, clinging to my hand firmly like I was planning to cut it off. My gathered veins turned lava, reflecting Ace's as it took the shape of the same sword on his back, just smaller. The sword burnt up, and flames emanated from the sword, blazing and lighting the entire bathroom. It happens every time I stay in the water too long.

The Obsidian black Mercedes S650 which Amelia rode to church the other day pulled right in front of Mrs Steels just outside the front porch. Dressed in sky blue BOTTEGA VENETA Patent Stretch Leather Dress, paired with AMELIE BERTRAND's handbag from Louis Vuitton's ARTYCAPUCINE collection, a dark Gucci sunglasses and a black Christian Louboutin heels, Amy was ready for the day. Her hair which was styled in a messy bun sitting inches just above the nape of her neck spoke more of 'simple and classy'.

*Onyx POV* My veins feel as if liquid nitrogen is weaving a painful icy trail through them, leaving in its wake a sting that bleeds into an insatiable itch. The wolfsbane may leave my body, but it still hurts like a bitch. Georgie have had a change of heart, but it wasn’t until I was thoroughly fucking damaged.

After a while I lengthened my soap and sponge, I dipped both of them Into the water and started scrubbing myself. After about twenty minutes of scrubbing myself clean, the ice cold water wasn't as cold as it was early on my skin, I got out of the bath and all of a sudden a breeze from the window came in and hit me, I felt like my blood turned cold, and both my skin and my veins had turn blue and are as strong as ice.

I winced, blinking hard, blinded for a moment. When my eyes finally adjusted, he pulled back the hood. And my heart jolted. His skin—his face—looked human at first glance, but it was marbled with something dark. Thin black cracks crawled under his pale skin like they were alive, pulsing faintly with each breath he took. His eyes were the colour of ash mixed with blood, eerie and unnatural. And those veins… they weren’t just under the surface—they were in it. Like something ancient trying to burst out.

For a moment, she saw flashes—her own death, the child she’d left behind, the sound of rain hitting hospital glass. She staggered. “Sir—” Soreth’s gauntlet snapped out, steadying her. “Ignore it.” His eyes glowed faintly red. “The Vein is ancient. It remembers every death it has ever touched. Let it in, and it will eat you alive.” Ryn forced herself to nod, swallowing the bile in her throat. They pressed deeper, passing what looked like trees made of glass, each branch filled with moving light. Souls—thousands—twisting upward in luminous vines.

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.