Hots Icy Veins Novels & Stories

My eyes didn't miss the veins on his hands. My eyes traced his visible veins. I can see that. I don’t know why his veins were bulging or why his veins appeared like that. Maybe from working out? Lifting dumb bells or what? My gaze went up to his biceps. He's just wearing a T-shirt so I can see his whole arm. Fuck, those veins! Damn that hand. I wonder what it feels like to be choked by his hand. I closed my eyes tightly. There it is! There it is! I'm fucking imagining wild things. "Why can't you look at me? Look at me, Quiva."

His teeth shine like white pearls and look piercingly sharp. Hotty has dark circles under his eyes like he hasn’t slept from centuries and his skin looks really pale, like an iron-deficient patient. He looks like a Vampire. "I- I si-r," I try to speak, but his grip on my collar doesn’t let me. He notices my struggle then loosens his grip, he takes a step back, not leaving eye contact. I observe his eyes have little shades of golden color which are shining dimly in the darkness. Hotty’s shady eyes check my face, linger on my neck, then slowly to my chest. I hear a loud gulp coming from his throat as he hungrily gawks down on me.

Blaze, gripped by impatience, groaned, "You talk too much. Just do it, Goddammit!" Responding to the exigency, Dexter elongated his fangs with a swift motion, ready to drink from Blaze's neck, but Blaze intervened, "Do you have to feed from my neck? Use my wrist instead." Dexter scoffed, "For someone who is at the brink of death, you are pretty audacious. The internal jugular veins, vital conduits for blood, run discreetly on both sides of the neck. They mirror the path of the carotid arteries, offering a direct route to the heart. If I release the serum into these veins, it would swiftly reach the heart and circulate throughout the body, expediting its effects.

“Just tired.” Charlie didn’t look convinced, but he nodded anyway. “We’ll get some rest tonight. Big day tomorrow.” As he walked back toward the campfire, I lingered by the stream. The moon had begun its slow climb into the sky, its reflection glinting off the water like liquid silver. I dipped my hand in, trying to wash away the heat pulsing beneath my skin. But the water didn’t cool me—it hissed against my palm, faint steam curling into the air. I yanked my hand back, my heart thundering. For a moment, the mark on my arm pulsed again beneath my sleeve—black veins creeping just under the surface, then fading as quickly as they appeared. I swallowed hard.

‘THEY’RE BREAKING IT NOW! The needle slides into the right side of my neck, the plunger depressing with agonising slowness. The sensation is immediate: liquid nitrogen injected directly into my veins, freezing everything it touches. I can feel it spreading, a horrific cold that burns worse than fire. It targets the invisible threads connecting me to Zane.

"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

CRACK. A jagged shard of obsidian Void-marrow—three feet long and sharp as a surgical scalpel—punctured straight up through the dirt floor between Vance’s boots. The kinetic force of the eruption shattered the toe-plates of his zinc-weave boots, throwing his balance wide as the extreme sub-zero temperature of the spike instantly froze the pneumatic line of his driver, cracking the titanium cylinder into two useless pieces with a dull, wet pop. "What the—" Vance gasped, lunging backward as a second and third spike tore through the soil, boxing his contractors into a corner of frozen earth.

Americus nearly takes Riley out with the full force of her celebration, throwing her arms around both of us with the abandon of someone who has forgotten that personal space exists. "Did you see that set-up?" she shouts directly into my ear, her voice barely audible over the chaos. "Did you see Eli find that lane? That is vision, that is hockey IQ, that is why he wears the C!" The student section picks up the chant, the rhythm pounding and insistent. It rolls through the building in waves, passed from section to section, building as it goes, each repetition adding volume and conviction. "Hayes. Hayes. Hayes." I hear my voice joining it, surprising myself with the force of my participation.

PREVIOUSLY... Settling in the tub, a pleasurable sigh left Ashley's lips as she closed her eyes, "God, I needed this," she said as she reached for her glass of wine, but before she could reach for it another hand did, causing her heart to skip a beat as she gasped, "What the f-