Purple Blue Veins Undertone Novels & Stories

He is comparing data points. He pushes my t-shirt up. "Ciro, don't." "Hush." He exposes my chest to the cool air. He looks at me. In the moonlight, the veins beneath my skin are visible. Blue rivers mapping a new landscape. They are darker than usual. More prominent. He traces one with his finger. A cool, rough line of sensation. "You feel... different," he whispers. He looks at the nipple. It is darker. Larger. He brushes it with his thumb.

The way her pupils widen as she rides me has my cock growing inside her. Her eyes have a different glow to them, almost like she isn't just human. It's not red or yellow, like weres or vampires. No, this color is a light blue. It makes her whole eye shine with it. I ignore it opting for the pleasure she can bring me while I hold her hips and pull her into me.

It was yinmin blue, a rare type of blue that I've only seen in mixed up chemicals. I'll have to get samples of that. His skin was tanned and it seemed to have a sparkle to it. It was like a little girl had sprinkled silver glitter on it. He was only wearing black sweatpants, no shirt covering his toned upper body. He looked like he had been training his whole life, with eight solid abs and biceps that weren't too big but were definitely obvious.

It was not under bluish shading anymore, the color was complete as it was— The very familiar gorgeous porcelain skin of hers. Hope flickered in the desperate eyes of Lucien, Archer, and Micheal. The change in color indicated that the effects of the venom were vanishing. The blood that made its way inside the veins of Jasmine's body through her heart, was slowly making its way everywhere the venom had taken over and now it was gradually defeating the lethal substance. Just as the smokes had emerged from the unknown depth, they began disappearing in a way where anyone can notice the bare minimum. All that could be seen was how the blue hue was disappearing from Jasmine's skin and how she was b

-2 days ago- Reiya: I heard one of your colors is violet, isn't it? Ban: Yea that is right. It's the color of the Pregucia Familia right? Reiya: Yes. And it is my primary color too. Blue is my secondary. Ban: So does that mean that you are connected to the Pregucia Familia?

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.

His palm tore away from the stone, leaving a bloodstain that was slowly absorbed by the black rock, as if the stone were licking it clean. "Damn it! You were out for three minutes!" Stefan shouted, his face frantic. Siron coughed, his head throbbing with pain. But inside him, something was different. The weave in his veins, his golden threads, were now adorned with two new, thin strands: one pale blue, one light pink. They were fragile, almost transparent, but they were THERE. "Can you see them?" Siron hissed, showing his veins to Stefan. Stefan narrowed his eyes, then gave a slow nod. "There are... other colors. Very faint. You did it?"

I placed my fingers on it and I felt a stinging sensation from the touch. Stupefied, I moved closer to the mirror to see what it was. On the spot that connects my neck and my shoulder, a blue glowing bird-like shape with its wings spread wide was visible there, and when I looked closely, I realized that the bird was a phoenix. Being stupefied was an understatement, I was completely amazed. I could fully remember that I didn’t have a tattoo drawn on that spot. Moreover, I don’t have a tattoo drawn on any part of my body, but how this came into being filled me with astonishment.

The hem of the skirt was a single vine connecting all the vines radiating down. The cloth was a royal purple in color; Mira chose to use darkest shade of purple for the inner shadings of the flowers on the pattern while the parts were done in a lighter shade… almost close to pink… like a purple pink. The vines and leaves were done using dark and light shades of teal green.

What had once been a faint discoloration had deepened into something unmistakable. A crescent curved along the side of my neck just below my jaw, its edges soft and blurred like a bruise blooming beneath the skin. The color settled into shades of deep indigo and muted violet, darker toward the outer arc, where the shape sharpened into faint, clawed ridges. The curve looked almost like a storm-wind sweeping across my throat. At the center of the crescent, a narrow lightning vein cut downward. It was thin, jagged, pale silver against the darker tones surrounding it. Not bright enough to glow, but bright enough that the shape stood out sharply if someone looked closely.