Very Blue Veins In Arms Novels & Stories

Veins could be seen bulging and pulsing on every visible part of his body. The aura he gave off was a warning for anyone not to get close to him.

“Aside from the symptoms you mentioned, is there anything else?” Lady Hanna gave me a skeptical look as she withdrew her hand. “Recently, I’ve been feeling nauseous.” “Persistent restlessness, migraines, nausea, frost-like veins.” The words rolled carefully off my tongue. “Normally, these are regular symptoms anyone can experience—especially female she-wolves during various cycles. But the only abnormality is your frost-like veins.” I darted my gaze toward Lady Hanna. “Frost-like veins reveal signs of abnormalities in various cases, including…” I took a slow breath as the word built in my throat. “Poison.”

Any thermometer would have failed to measure what I could see what I could feel. There were black veins. Thin, unnatural lines moving beneath his skin, like living ink made of shadow itself. They pulsed, spreading with each heartbeat. I had seen similar cases, but nothing like this. They’d started at his ankles, creeping upward, pulsing with an intensity that made my chest tighten. Now they had reached his waist. If they crossed any further, spread past that point, he’d be gone. Not in the usual medical sense. Gone entirely. I pressed my fingers against his wrist again, feeling the pulse. Weak, but it was there. Just barely.

Hale says uncomfortably. Larsen's deep green gaze pins me, as he methodically rolls up his dark sleeves, revealing a sight that has my mouth drying with horror. His forearms are tainted by dark lines of pure black streaking upwards towards his elbows, exactly where his veins should be. The stain of colour is more concentrated around his wrists, branching out more sparsely up his arm. "Lovely to meet you," he purrs, sensing my mortification as he holds his hand out. Hale grabs Larsen's arm before he can extend it too far, yanking it backward.

"Mother!" I straightened up, scanning his face for more answers. His cute face wore a mask of pulpable fear I had when I lost my parents. I was interested in Ludovic all of a sudden. There was something more about him that I wanted to know. I longed to know everything about him. Suddenly, the veins in his arms became tensed, especially on his left arm where I saw a tear at the posterior of his bicep. The veins surrounding the tear were black, which got me narrowing.

He stood up instantaneously and walked up to him, “Are you not feeling well?” “The pain only gets worse. It was only a superficial wound. Why does it hurt so bad?” However, before he could finish complaining, the shock overwhelmed his expression. His arm turned blue. The surrounding area also swelled up. Riley’s eyes went wide in horror, “What the fuck? Why does it turn blue? Let’s go to the hospital. You need a thorough check-up. It is not looking good.”

“Most of the inner walls of your veins have hardened. It isn't an illness but rather a cold energy that's freezing your veins. “I assume that you started having this condition after fighting with someone? It seems to me that he was aiming to end your journey as a fighter. How vicious!” Carl nodded in appreciation. She had been able to determine the source of his injuries very quickly, so she had really lived up to her name as the disciple of the Living Reaper. David then asked worriedly, “Dr. Lynn, is there a way to treat my father?” Naomi hesitated for a moment before saying, “A vein injury is the hardest to treat. First, we need to remove the cold energy freezing the veins… “And we can’t d

He brought their son over to her. “Ralin hurt,” Ralin repeated, looking up into his mother’s face with a pleading look. Leesa’s eyes immediately went to his arm. She didn’t need to focus on her magical bond with Ralin to know what was wrong. While he slept, his wrist and hand had turned blue. Not a beautiful, glowing volkaane blue—no, this was an angry blue, a dark, purplish blue like the color of a bad bruise. She gently squeezed his hand between her thumb and index finger. His flesh was cool and swollen.

So why am I feeling so drained, and why does my arm throb? I pull up the soaked sleeve to inspect the area that is giving me issues and gasp out loud when I see not just a mass of dark bruising, but my veins are a deep hue of purple and angry looking. My throat goes dry when I see a small hole, no bigger than a needle, but bright red, sitting in the center of the bruising and discolored veins. What did they do to me? It’s the logical question, the only one that comes to mind. They, whoever it was that attacked me, must have caused this.

No matter what, he’s the last person I’m meant to consider attractive. I grabbed his arm to cover it up with the blanket but I paused abruptly noticing this weird color on the vein in his hand. I thought veins were usually green in color, why was his purple? Drawing my attention back to his face, I noticed how pale he was for real and I moved to the other side of the bed to check out his other arm, and the veins in his hand were purple as well. “Oh my God” I gasped, dropping his arm out of shock and covering my mouth. I moved close, reaching for his face and opening his eyes and the veins in his eyes were purple as well, and that was when I knew that things had just gotten a little too serio