Hots Icy Veins Novels & Stories

Eros said as we launched off the club roof high into the night sky and came down with full force right on Johan's car hood, smashing it as we landed. "Jesus Christ! What the hell?!" Johan exclaimed in fear as he pulled out his gun to shoot at us. Eros broke through the windshield and pierced his head through with our claws. I watched as his smashed head spurted blood in random directions. I was never gonna let anyone oppress me ever again. While I panted, still in my lycan form, I heard sirens horns approaching. "We better get outta here" Eros said to me. "Yeah, let's go" I said as we launched off the car and off into the night.

This is getting weirder and weirder. He screamed and writhed in pure agony for days. He looked possessed and scary, to be honest. Every vein on exposed parts of his skin was clearly visible, as well pulsating blaze of fire mixed with his ichor that seemed to run through his veins instead of blood, writhing and threatening to burst out of his body.

I don't know where the cold come from, but my hands felts freezing all of a sudden. They were braced on the ground, and even that felt cold. Saoirse tried to peek out at the foolish person shooting at us, and when she glanced back at me, her face paled and her mouth fell open. "Iris!" She exclaimed, almost forgetting to be quiet. At her exclamation, Cassian and Barry turned to look at me too. I looked at myself. Down at my hands which were a deathly gray, with thin black veins running up my arm.

“In seven days, she’ll start erasing me from his memory. I can’t let that happen.” “Then we go together. The whole pack.” “She said alone.” “And you believe her?” I didn’t answer. I turned to walk away. To go pack. To prepare. The room spun. My legs gave out. I stumbled forward. Troy caught me before I hit the ground. “What is that?” His voice went sharp with fear. I followed his gaze to my arm. The black veins had spread past my elbow. Up to my shoulder. Creeping toward my neck. They pulsed under my skin like they were alive.

Ahn went towards his car and opened the door of the shotgun for Yoonji. Yoonji’s mouth fell when she looked at the car. 'Bloody hell' was her first thought. It was not just any luxury car. It was bloody Rolls Royce's phantom VIII, an extremely rare luxury car. Yoonji knew it because she was obsessed with super cars and luxury cars from childhood. This beauty was everything and more then what she had imagined. She has seen it only in magazines and she was getting an opportunity to not only see one in real life but also to sit in it too.

I feel like my ears will pop. Ice chills my veins as the temperature drops, the chanting coming to a swell as Odette’s eyes gleam. Teddy looks manic as he leans closer. The chamber is completely dark now, about from the thin blaze of light above me. It’s so strong it hurts to look at. The last thing I see is the needle coming towards my neck as the moon eclipse the sun.

Make me something else. The younger witch lifts a carved glass syringe and dips it into the bowl. The liquid coils upward like smoke, drawn eagerly toward the needle. My veins turn to ice. “No…” I choke, thrashing against the vines. “Stop… stop… don’t…” She smiles. “This won’t hurt for long.” She presses the needle to my arm. And drives it in. Blue fire shoots through my bloodstream. My skin glows from the inside, veins flaring purple. My scream rips raw from my throat, bouncing off the cavern walls.

She watched this iciness spread from her veins and ooze into her skin turning it from a deathly pale into a sort of blue color, if she were to describe it it was almost a Saxe blue. Then a light caught her eye, in front of her burned a fire of the same Saxe color that was currently seeping into her pigmentation. Her pale fingertips reached toward it in an effort to find warmth and she watched with fascinated eyes as the tips of her fingers turned black as if burned from the icy flames.

"Y o u... k n o w... A r m s... w i t h... l o t... o f... v e i n s. G i r l s... l i k e... t h e m... D o... y o u.... l i k e... t h e m... t o o?" Gia raised her eyebrow while Sylvester opened his eyes and stared at her. He closed his hand into a fist and Gia could see veins popping on his arms. "Come to the point Sylvester."