Lips Turning Blue When Cold Novels & Stories

Leander grumbled, picking up an ice cube from the cup, "The more I think about it, the more stupid I felt back then. I'm going to eat ice to cool down!" The ice cube was what I had used to apply cold compress to his bruises just now. "Waaahh...!" Leander, who was eating the ice cube, suddenly started to whimper, pointing frantically at his mouth. What happened? "it's……too……cold!!" He managed to say through the ice cube. I started to panic too, and before I knew it, my lips were pressed tightly against Leander's. Oops! The coldness transferred through his lips, making mine chilly. Leander was also in a daze, his eyes widening as he slowly moved his mouth, more cold air escaping from his lips.

He froze as he saw her, dropping both saddle tact without a care, and rushed forward, falling on his knees to the side of the small bed, and took her pale hand; she was cold. Almost as cold as ice up north during winter and he was surprised her pale lips weren’t blue… Her face was calm unlike her usual sarcastic-don’t-give-a-care-in-the-world expression, blonde locks of beauty crowning her head, and those blue gems closed. What the hell-

as my speech deteriorates with the cold numbing my lips. My breath resembles steam in the frigid air. I've left my coat behind at the party, and my thin cotton shirt offers inadequate protection from the cold. It's pitch dark, and the ice-covered forest floor makes each step precarious. Still, I won't turn back as long as Ahren remains there.

"The headache should have gone by now, why is she still having headache?" "Why do I feel like something is wrong?" The brothers talked one after the other, even though the pain was gradually receding, my head was still numb and I was feeling slightly cold which was very odd. I felt sick. "Emily, why is your lip so dry? Do you want water?" Larry asked and I was surprised. My lips was chapped? But, I just drank water. Could it be because of the cold? Was this even normal? "Even her face lacks color, she looked healthy and okay when she arrived earlier, so what could be wrong?"

As the floor turned cold, I shivered, fearing that I might catch a cold. The cold intensified, and an unexpected wind blew around, making me shiver even more. I looked at Kelvin and noticed he had removed his shirt. ‘Wait, what is he up to?’ I thought as he walked over to me, his impressive physique catching my attention. Suddenly, he bent down and put his face close to mine. My mind raced, wondering if he was about to kiss me. I blinked severally, holding my breath in anticipation. "Wear this shirt; it might reduce your cold," he whispered, and I exhaled in relief.

The same situation occurred with Bjorn’s feet and as the snaky blue veins dotted the ceiling like the branches of a tree, the small platform in front of Mel glowed a soft ashen colour, shifting the shimmering blue to a light grey. The hairs on her skin stood on end and her feet tingled as though there was a pleasant static in the air. Something prompted Mel to inspect her hands and when she brought them to her face, her lips parted open at the way her veins glowed blue. Within a few seconds, the soft colours faded, returning the partitioned chamber back to its previous state.

Her brown hair was wet, and water dripped from her right eyelashes. She rips along her thick, parted lips. Her bottom lip was busted, and her left cheek was severely swollen. I stared at my mate until I noticed her lips turning a blue hue. I laid her on the ground and placed a hand on her heart, feeling the shallow beats and quickly memorizing their beats as I counted them in my head.

“I’ll need to analyze this. If someone down here has access to enchanted substances like this… it could mean something far worse is brewing.” But for now, his priority was clear—Aric. Leon glanced at Aric’s face, only to be met with a chilling realization—Aric’s skin was icy cold. His lips had turned pale, almost blue, and his breathing was dangerously shallow.

Roseline's POV Placing the stuff that I brought for his care on the side table, I went to retrieve a clean cotton handkerchief, preparing it to be used as a cold compress. Dipping the cloth into the water, I gently spread it across his forehead. As the coolness of the cloth made contact with his fevered skin, his eyes flickered open. They were bloodshot, mirroring the reddened tip of his nose, and his lips, once vibrant, now appeared pale, chapped, and parted as he struggled to breathe through his congested nose. He was now inhaling through his open mouth as his airways were completely blocked.