Veins In Neck Visible Novels & Stories

Retreating into shadow. Click. A faint sound. Barely audible. The blood vessel along the side of his neck finally ruptured. Dark blood slid downward. And beneath his collar— something began growing. Golden-black vines. Twisting. Spreading. Crawling upward across his throat. Toward a face already consumed by murderous intent.

The pain came without warning. Not the dull pulse I’d gotten used to, the low constant reminder that the curse was there and moving. This was different. This was every nerve in my left arm lighting up at once, a white hot thing that started at my wrist and drove straight up to my shoulder, and I knocked the report off the desk getting my sleeve up. The veins had crossed my elbow. I sat very still and breathed through it, both hands flat on the desk, watching the black lines pulse visibly under my skin. Moving. I could actually see them moving, slow and deliberate, branching.

She shouts but I don’t think she should be so eager to be closer to him, she doesn’t know what I do! “Hannah get out of here, it’s not safe!” I say pulling at her arm but she doesn’t move, she turns to look back at me while Jonathan just laughs. “Oh it’s not safe for you both of here, what a shame your mates couldn’t make it to my visit.” Jonathan laughs taking a closer step to us, where I was able to see the horrifying injuries to his neck. On a certain section of his neck, the veins were much more pronounced and seemed to be almost black in colour. His whole neck looked red but also a hint of green, could that be from the syringe?! What in the heck was in that thing?!

She got some of the sheets on her naked body before walking into the bathroom. She closed the door before her and hurriedly did her business. She was by the sink washing her hands when she felt a prickly pain on her neck. Looking up to stare at the oval mirror above the sink and in front of her, she quickly saw the bruise on the right side of her neck. It was dark red and turning purplish slowly. It wasn't too prominent but it was visible and anyone could easily see it if her neck was exposed.

I groaned as I pulled myself out of bed and make my way into the bathroom. I stood infront of the mirror with my eyes still full of sleep, when I opened them I gasped in shock when I saw two purplish and bluish marks on my neck. I shivered when my fingers made contact with it. What happened last night and how did end up with hickies on my neck?

I keep taking a deep breaths while walking until I reach my room. I sat on the edge of the bedroom, trying to endure the pain. How can I even go to the clinic tomorrow? I stared at the paper and the list of chores. I creased my forehead and pursed my lips. The pain keeps striking my neck. As I looked at it, the black veins were visible. Something strange that I could not understand. I had never had this discomfort before, but after my 18th birthday, it started aching for no apparent reason. I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Distraction.

Heat flushed his veins. Then cold. He staggered. Caught himself on the edge of the boundary wall. Nyra’s head snapped toward him. “Alpha?” she said sharply. He tried to answer. The word stuck. A strange, numb tingling crawled up his legs into his arms. His veins—visible under the skin at his forearms, where the sweat had darkened his shirt—looked… wrong. Darker. Like something thick and ugly ran in them. Mae was at his side in an instant, hand clamping around his wrist, fingers finding pulse, eyes narrowing.

Close enough that if I reached out. No. His arm lifts. The sword rises. And for a moment, everything else disappears. There is only him. Only us. Only this fragile, breaking thread stretched between life and death. His hand is shaking. The blade trembles as it hovers above my throat, unsteady, dangerous. A single swing would be enough. A single twitch. My pulse flutters beneath my skin, but I don’t pull away. Instead I look up at him. Black veins crawl across his neck, spreading like ink beneath his skin, pulsing with something dark and alive. They trace up along his jaw, disappearing beneath the shadows that consume his eyes.

(POV - Caroline Brennan) I know the reason behind Alex's shocked face yesterday is because of the mark on my neck. I looked at the reflection of my naked body in the bathroom, water still dripping from the ends of my hair because I had just finished showering. The base of my neck looks like it's rotting from the inside, even though my skin looks and feels fine but the area around Alex's mark is turning gray and almost black. Tiny purple vein-like strokes adorned the surroundings to make my neck look hideous.

I just sat there, silently begging him to wake up, to say something, to be okay. As the quiet stretched on, something caught my attention. A mark on his neck. It looked strange, something I’d never seen before. I stood up and leaned closer to get a better look. There were black lines on the side of his neck. They were faint but slowly spreading, curling across his skin in a way that looked deeply unnatural. I hesitated, then gently turned his body to the side. My heart dropped immediately. His entire back was marked with the same dark veins, stretching out in all directions like some kind of infection. It looked as if something was moving beneath his skin, something that did not belong there