Purple Blue Veins Undertone Novels & Stories

More veins stretched downward beneath his collar. "What is that?" I asked, rushing toward him. But the veins were spreading from the source of the injury. At the back of his neck, deep claw marks had turned a dark purplish blue. I could not even begin to understand what I was looking at.

A surreal glow from below grabbed her attention and upon glancing down, the fascinating scenery put her in awe. Blue veins stretched from her toes and into the floor, branching out into other veins that spread out across the whole floor and walls, going beyond the still curtains. 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.

Why…just why…did I forget that I am not supposed to forget anything? It was my fault. The tips of my fingers tingle. The surge of strange energy pulses under my skin. As I look down at my arms, I find my veins glowing blue. Instead of getting surprised, I find myself staring at them until the color becomes brighter.

"Just look." I sigh, but my eyes find them quickly. Since they're the only color on my face, it's almost hard to ignore them. My irises have a distinct shade of pale magenta due to an even mixture of pale red and purple. My eyes seem a little redder than normal in the candlelight. I can tell because they seem more purple when I look in the mirror during the day.

I log into my job's attendance app and request a personal day. After I shower, I look into my eyes. The longer I stare, the darker the mirror becomes. Inside, I see several black shadows standing beside me. I turn to face them, but nothing's there. Back facing the mirror, they become one and move directly behind me. Once they're no longer visible, I gaze deep into my soul. My dark brown pupils appear black. The longer I stare, the more I see this blue hue. It's a lovely shade of extra dark blue, outlining the brown.

He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim. I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

I closed the door and went to my bathroom to get ready for training. I looked in the mirror noticing how much my eyes kept shifting in color. They are normally a light brown with a hint of gray and purple. Sometimes the purple will be blue or red instead. I don't think anyone else notices it. I'll ask mom about it later. My hair was still a reddish brown mess on my head since I fell asleep without tying it up. My olive tone skin was still spotless except for this scar that appeared on the left side of my chest right under my collar bone. Part of it was reddish pink and the other part pinkish white. Both sides made up a circle that almost depicted a Sun.

Aries POV: "Blue or purple?" I carefully studied the choices that were placed before me. On the right was a large teddy bear with fur that was colored in a light shade of pastel blue. A large pink bow was wrapped tightly around its neck. The shade matches the bear's nose, inner ears, and paws. Its eyes were a glossy black that shined brightly as the light bounced off them. On the left was a smaller sized teddy bear. The fur was a mix-matched patterned of lavender and dark purple. A bow also decorated this bear neck, shaded in a cool gray instead of a vibrant pink.

As Sylvian hurried to clsoe kana chamber door As he stood in while closing his gaze, his eyes took on an otherworldly hue, a mesmerizing shade of deep, smoldering purple. It was a color that seemed to encapsulate the essence of the night itself, an eerie yet captivating radiance that held the hearts of those who dared to meet his gaze.

"That's also valid. I’ll have the prenatal version with chamomile and rose water instead of skullcap and blue lotus. That's a no while I'm growing a person." The baby kicks, hard, like she agrees. She's been doing barrel rolls since seven, which Bryce says means a Sagittarius moon and my OB says means nothing, and honestly I hold both truths. I still can't believe I'm here. Natasha called me. I've done a gratitude journal entry about it already and the drinks hadn't even started. Her wine and my mocktail arrives, purple and beautiful. She eyes it. "It looks radioactive." "It's the butterfly pea flower that gives it color. Do you want to try a sip?"