Hots Icy Veins Novels & Stories

A vessel could pour. I visualized the vacuum inside me not as a drain, but as a heat sink. I opened the connection. Instead of taking his life force, I targeted the temperature. I commanded the Void to drink the fire. Cool, I thought. Quiet. Ice. The effect was immediate. Black veins shot up my arms. Pulsing with the absorbed heat. I felt a rush of warmth flood my chest—uncomfortable but manageable. But under my hands, Viggo gasped. The unnatural flush began to recede from his face. The tremors shaking his massive frame slowed. The desperate, frantic heat radiating from his core was sucked into me. Neutralized by the infinite cold of the Void.

Vane was in the galley, pouring a very large drink with very shaking hands. Tristan sat on the floor near the heater vent. He had stripped off his heavy coat and gloves. He was staring at his arms. The white veins hadn't faded. Usually, after a discharge, the glow would dim, retreating into his marrow. But now, they remained visible—a intricate lacework of pale light tracing the path of his nervous system. And they hurt. It wasn't the burn of heat; it was the ache of something stretched too thin. "Here," Saoirse said gently.

I whip myself around to face him, "Give me my daily dose of snow— now." Raze whips out a syringe of my snow, and hands it over to me, "Here, boss." I push up the sleeve of my coat, flexing my arm until my veins come into view. Then I stab the needle into my vein, momentarily closing my eyes. For a heartbeat, nothing happens, then— Boom. Warmth explodes in my veins like liquid fire in my dry veins. It reaches my heart in seconds, slamming hard once, then twice. The rush surges upwards to my neck, climbing to my skull, exploding fragments of sweet bliss in my brain.

I need to cut my veins to let the poison in my bloodstream out. Now!

"Celine, I need your hands. Now!" I didn't have time for a slow detox. The infection was moving through their lymphatic systems, heading straight for the "seeds" of their power. I reached into the bottom of my kit and pulled out three obsidian needles, tipped with Glacier-Silver—a substance so volatile it could freeze blood solid if used incorrectly.

My veins feel like they have lava pumping through them instead of blood. Within minutes, sweat is pouring from every pore in my skin. My hair becomes damp, and I begin to pant heavily. I throw the blanket off me, and ram my back against the cold cinder block wall, not caring about the pain. The cold from it is helping, even if only slightly. My mind is spinning into overdrive from the intense feeling of the fire that is now consuming every inch of me. I wish that Leia could help me heal from whatever is happening. Could it be from the Wolvsbane or the silver? Have I had too much injected into me at this point? What else could it be? I just feel so hot.

A thick, veins stretched, mouth filling, brown chocolate, half risen member staring back at me, throbbing. Extra long. Extra hard.

I was so afraid of hurting her, so afraid that even unconscious she was in pain, that I went slower than I needed to. The gash down her side had stopped bleeding but it needed cleaning. I tore strips from my own shirt, wet them in the cool spring water, and worked the blood and grime away from her skin as tenderly as I knew how. And then I uncovered her arm fully, and I had to stop. The veins. They were so much worse up close, in the light. Black and thick, branching like cracks in ice, spreading from her wrist all the way up over her shoulder.

Like a little dog in heat. I close my eyes, my cheeks burning. —I... I'm not... — Shh. The feather disappears. Instead, something cold. Hard. An ice cube. I gasp as the cold hits me, sliding down my neck, leaving a damp trail that contrasts with the warmth of my skin. —K-Kael.....My voice is broken, trembling. The ice descends, tracing a path between my breasts, lingering on my hardened nipples before continuing its path towards my stomach. I arch my back despite myself, offering my body to this icy treatment, fingers gripping the marble beneath me.

The heavy wooden stick hit my lower back, and the sudden impact pushed all the air out of my lungs. I slammed into the hard ice with a loud thud, and a terrible shock of pain radiated up my spine. My vision went dark for a few seconds because my body simply forgot how to breathe. I lay flat on the frozen surface, and I listened to the chaotic noise erupting all around me.