Oh You Re In My Veins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I yelled snatching my med kit from the chef and set it down on the bed beside Brandon. I brought out my stethoscope and hung it on my chest. I listened to his heartbeat. So weak but fast. I took out a new syringe and tore the wrapper. I drained the blue liquid substance in a bottle and reached for Brandon’s arm. I looked for a vein.. Oh fu-k!. Why must he be so thick? I raised his arm looking seriously for a vein. I didn’t mean to hurt him but I hit his arm hard and a green vein popped out.

Veins showing. Every little bit that makes it so perfect. I can't…

His hands were pressed to his sides, fingers working like they were reacting to pain too big to hide. And then I saw the veins. Dark red lines under his skin. They came from his collar, reached his neck and crawled down his arms. The color looked like blood trapped under glass. It’s terrifying and goddamn painful. The Valon was acting up again. “Eli,” I said, dropping to a knee. His mouth moved, but no words followed. His eyes looked vacant, his breathing too quick. His skin was cold but burning under those veins. I turned my head slowly, standing back up. “Thought I made it clear the last time? Do not use him as a fuckin’ message!”

It matches the silver fire in my veins. class="ng-star-inserted">'Five minutes,' I whisper to the dark. 'Then we run.'

He curse in shock, seeing the IV bag of blood that was connected to his hand, “Where the fuck am I?!” “Where else can you be?” I muttered finally coming into his view, “Nazy?” He called with a confused face, “You're in the same car you bought for me of course” He looked at his hand and back at me in confusion, “Nazy what's going on here, why is an empty bag of blood connected to my veins?” I smiled, and looked at him

𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. TBC

I don’t know if it’s me or Venise inside my body. “Nope. He said it was nothing.”

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.

Fabric tears harshly through the room. The sound is violent. Abrupt. It echoes off stone and glass and magic. Everyone freezes. Assistants. Miles. Even the healer’s chant falters for half a second. I don’t care. The fabric hangs useless from my shoulders, chest bare, veins visible beneath my skin. My heart is pounding hard enough that I can see the pulse in my wrist. I step closer. Stretch my arm forward fully. Expose the vein deliberately. “Here.” My voice is steady now.

He looks up as I enter, his expression guarded but there’s something else beneath it now. Something unsettled. “You said this was urgent,” he says. “It is.” I don’t move further into the room immediately. I just… look at him. And the moment I do my breath catches. There, clear as daylight. Black veins. They spider out from his chest, branching across his skin beneath his shirt like cracks spreading through glass. They pulse faintly, alive with something dark, something wrong, radiating outward from his heart. For a second, I can’t move because this...