Purple Blue Veins Undertone Novels & Stories

“What is that veins, the one on your face? I have noticed them since awhile ago, but never got the chance to ask.” “Ah, this?” Noel touched his jaw. “This is the veins that show the flow of your Mana inside your body. It is used as a medium to cast spells, like how some wizards use wands to channel their Mana, these veins serves the same function. The veins doesn’t really change color originally, but it will glow when the caster wants to cast magic. The color that showed on their skin differ from each person, but white is the rarest of them all. It is said to only be limited to child of the night only.”

His mother is dead if I’m to believe a word that bitch says. And his father… I’m supposed to know the man, but… That familiarity spins and twists in my chest as I look at the baby again, at his dark hair, at the cheekbones and jawline given to him by his father, no doubt. When he opens his eyes… they’re already blue. Ocean blue. Most vampires have that same color, but… My blood runs cold as I cradle the baby, absently rocking him, staring at the far wall of the kitchen.

Alpha Stephan held onto his shoulders, “She cannot die, do you hear me?” As I looked at Lord Stepahn, something weird happened, I felt something pulsing, something calling out to me from within him. He stiffened and looked at me, it was as if he felt it too. He looked at his veins, they were dangerously red and engorged, almost as if they wanted to burst out of his body. “My blood,” he gasped. “What?” Sir Claude sounded confused. “My blood,” his eyes narrowed as he kept staring at his veins as they spread out across both of his hands, all of them coming to the surface and pulsing with a light red color.

I winced, blinking hard, blinded for a moment. When my eyes finally adjusted, he pulled back the hood. And my heart jolted. His skin—his face—looked human at first glance, but it was marbled with something dark. Thin black cracks crawled under his pale skin like they were alive, pulsing faintly with each breath he took. His eyes were the colour of ash mixed with blood, eerie and unnatural. And those veins… they weren’t just under the surface—they were in it. Like something ancient trying to burst out.

The others expressed their agreement as well. Serena was the only one opposed. Everyone in the room turned their attention to her. With a calm smile, Serena said, "I don't agree with this plan, nor do I believe that pink and light blue will be the trending colors. Light blue is already a thing of the past and pink is overused. I actually see potential in purple and yellow for the future..." "Moreover, I've conducted some research and reports. It's clear that many people are leaning towards purple and yellow this year..."

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

This altar in front of him now had a godly, comforting familiarity to it. In a way that felt both piercing and reserved, her green jewel eyes were peering into his soul, framing narrow slits that seemed to peel away his clothes, his skin, and even his flesh, and examine his soul. In her body, small strips of iridescent red ran the length of the green scales, which had a pearly sheen and a predominantly purple shine, with the other colors of the spectrum appearing more muted, giving the woman an overall blue and light tint. The scales glittered in the light. Returning Darwin's gaze upward, he saw a network of green veins running from its eyebrows to its eyes. There were also ridges rising fro

She finished. "What do you mean by a comprehensive check?" I queried. " I need to check every inch of her skin, for signs of a puncture. If it is what I think it is, then the puncture would have black veins running from it, by now. The black veins would be as tiny as threads for a needle and not as visible as normal black veins should be. Because this is the early stages." She explained. " What do you think this is?" " I think it's a blood enchantment."

Sweet fuck, let this be over soon. Her left leg pushed into my hip. Shit. Her other leg. Not to mention the backs of her legs. I was going to implode. Or die. Can someone die from blue balls? Is that a thing? It had started out fine. Very platonic. I could feel the fluid sitting just beneath her skin. Felt it move out of the way under the light force of my hands. Her skin was losing that puffiness that accompanied the purple and blue colors. At least in her lower legs. Her ankles looked almost normal now.

Poppy’s light is blue, so hers begins shifting from lighter to darker shades of blue as we watch. “Ohhh!” They exclaim, mesmerized by their lights. “Would you like yours to do that as well?” Tate asks Daphne softly. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” she says to him, blushing prettily. “Turquoise is my favorite color,” he says, as he extends his finger and touches her light. “Did you know that it comes in variations of color, sometimes more green, sometimes more blue and then with veins of brown or black in it?” he says as she watches, also becoming mesmerized by her light that is now undulating is different shades of turquoise.