Veins In Neck Visible Novels & Stories

The victims have bite marks on their necks. Then five pictures were propped below the paragraph. The sight made Zheira want to vomit. No bloodstains were to be found in the corpses, but their necks did have a bite mark. It was only small, and yet, bluish veins, similar to Zheira’s, were bulging through the slit. After the five pictures, the article’s continuation appeared. Zheira wanted so much to stop reading, but her fingers betrayed her.

He was so stiff that I could see the strained veins in his neck threatening to burst. Without being told, I knew he wanted a taste but he was holding back for me.

The symptoms were exactly as Hazel had described them. All seven of them were unconsciousness, sweating and had black veins under their skin. What confused her though, was the location and spreading of the veins. Six people only had few black veins in the abdominal area, while the seventh… it was hard to find places were he hadn't any. Not that she'd seen their whole bodies herself, but the doctor, an old man with glasses, had described it to her and he had taken off the seventh man shirt to let her see.

Her gaze was locked on the black veins, her face a mask of grim recognition. “Damn it, why is she seizing like this?” Shannon demanded, her fingers instinctively pressing against Jennifer's wrist to find a pulse. Her breath hitched as her eyes locked onto the skin. The veins weren't just visible; they’re a horrifying black, like squid ink clouding the sea before a kill “I don't know! That's what I've been trying to figure out!” I whispered back, my voice tight with panic. “I've been interrogating her while she's like this, while she's so sick she can't even stand. What else was I supposed to do?”

A concentrated strike to the most vulnerable part of the human cranium. I looked at the stone ledge of the bed. It was rounded mossy stone. There were no sharp edges here. I looked at her eyes again. There was a tiny burst of red in the whites, sub conjunctival hemorrhaging. It happens during strangulation, yes, but it also happens with massive cranial pressure. "She didn't seize," I said, my voice sounding like it was coming from a great distance. I turned to look at Ivan. He was standing perfectly still, his amber eyes fixed on me with a predatory intensity that confirmed everything.

I lied. He leaned forward, bending down so he could match my height. My fingers trembled slightly when I accidentally touched his skin while trying to wear the tie around his neck. The skin of his neck was as luscious as the rest of his body, but there was a certain thickness to it, with veins running visibly beneath it. I stalled for a second, looking at his neck. It's probably tough to grip, tough to bite on but then again, it might actually be tender but you’ll have to taste and see.

Jade’s voice cuts off. When she doesn’t say anything I turned back to look at her but my gaze locks on Nyx first. Veins have popped out all over her face, her neck, and her body. The veins visibly pump blood and when I look back at her face, her white eyes have blood seeping out. It drips and leaves a trail of blood on it’s way down her cheeks. Goddess.

He begins to tremble, sweat sliding down his temples. "Dude, what are you doing?" He asks, his voice trembling. My vision turns a bright red but I begin to see things more clearly, like the veins under the skin of his neck. The blood in his veins seems to be calling out for me. So, I pin him to the wall, not sensing or seeing anything but my thirst for blood.

Tying my hair in a ponytail, I headed to the bathroom to wash up but the moment I saw my reflection on the mirror, my feet were rooted on the floor, and my eyes were glued on the dark marks on my right shoulder blade. No, no, how could these marks be here? To get a closer look and to make sure that I was not imagining things, I stepped closer to the mirror. The black marks seemed to resemble tiny veins branching out. It seemed to have started behind my neck and it stopped right on the middle of my shoulder. Could it be poison from the scratch I got yesterday? But if it was poison, I should have at least felt something was wrong in my body but I felt completely normal.

VIVIENNE pov I stared at the mirror like it owed me money. Naked. Full-frontal and no mercy. The black veins had retreated to thin, ugly spiderwebs under my skin, mostly arms, thighs, ribs, a nasty crown creeping up my throat like some gothic tattoo gone wrong.