Veins In Neck Visible 소설 & 이야기

Especially Claire. I looked into the mirror and zeroed in on the white mark on my neck. My light skin nearly drowned out the stark white mark, but it was still visible against the creamy skin on my neck. The white mark spread from the front to back of my neck just where my shoulder and neck connect. The white lines are long and all connect together, but it was still hazardous enough to obviously a scar.

If I kept watching him fight those vampires while almost getting killed in front of me, I might just die from a heart attack before he's done fighting them off. He continued fighting them, just then, I felt a powerful storm shake the car I was in. I quickly turned to my side, and saw a man approach the car. From the way he looked, I could tell he was a Vampire as well, just very different from the others. It is no secret that the Vampires who attack at day time drink a certain kind of potion made by a great Witch from the Vampires clan and that gives them a distinct feature which is the green veins in their neck. But this particular Vampire who approached the car I was in doesn't have the gr

I also saw the window of his room open so I closed it as well, his room was clean so there was no problem. "Where have you been since you haven't been psyched for two days?" I said then I sat on the side of his bed while looking at him I also noticed a red vein on the back of his other arm. As long as you can really see the red vein in his arm that is connected to the back of his neck. "What— What is this psyche." I whispered to her, frowning now as I brought my face closer to that thing. I was about to hold Psyche suddenly hug me now because I can't move now.

Sweat beads on his forehead, but it is the veins—those dark, serpentine lines crawling beneath the surface—that draw all eyes. They coil like a creeping vine, twisting and winding up from the wrists to the elbows, then slithering further towards the neck. Black and swollen, they pulse with an eerie rhythm, as if alive, as if feeding on the very essence of life within him. The darkness spreads like a malevolent plant devouring its host, snaking toward the heart, ready to choke out the final flickers of vitality.

NATALIE. His pulse was irregular, almost like blood was struggling to mover through his arteries, I suspected something but I had to examine him more thoroughly to be sure. I opened his eyes and they were blood shot, I checked the veins leading up to his neck and they were black, same thing on his hands and his legs and the ones on his chest were getting very close to his chest, which means that I got here just in time.

H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T I visibly cringed when I looked at my reflection. My hazel green eyes were red-rimmed and my nose was a bright shade of pink like I was suffering some flu. My chestnut brown hair was tangled and knotted near the ends and my neck was the worst case scenario ever. Dark purple bruises adorned the ivory shade of my neck and there were some identical marks on my hipbone and the apex of my thighs. There were also a few bite marks around my breasts but my neck was the worst sight by far.

The door to the office closed and Victor exhaled as he stretched his neck but stopped when he felt something "What?" he muttered and rushed to his desk. He loosened his necktie until it was down and took his phone, raising it in the air to act as a mirror and immediately he focused his attention on his neck. He froze. Every part of his body stopped working when he spotted red marks on his neck...not small marks but huge red marks which were visible enough for anyone to see. Even large scratch marks as if a wild cat had clawed on him mercilessly

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

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."

There's something dark and thin crawling visibly up the side of my neck, fine as a spider vein but subtly pulsing, it looks terrifyingly alive. I lean closer to the mirror, my heart hammering chaotically against my ribs. It’s not simply on my skin. It’s clearly in it. The black vein is twitching, moving with an unnerving, internal life, and under the pale bathroom light, I can distinctly see the faint, undeniable shimmer of Malakai’s dark magic snaking rapidly beneath the surface. “What in the actual hell…” I slap violently at my neck, instinctively, desperately, like that physical action will somehow make the invasive magic stop.