Very Blue Veins In Arms Novels & Stories

His hands were pressed to his sides, fingers working like they were reacting to pain too big to hide. And then I saw the veins. Dark red lines under his skin. They came from his collar, reached his neck and crawled down his arms. The color looked like blood trapped under glass. It’s terrifying and goddamn painful. The Valon was acting up again. “Eli,” I said, dropping to a knee. His mouth moved, but no words followed. His eyes looked vacant, his breathing too quick. His skin was cold but burning under those veins. I turned my head slowly, standing back up. “Thought I made it clear the last time? Do not use him as a fuckin’ message!”

I looked down at my arms. Veins glowing faintly. Not gold. But black. “She left a mark.” And this time, I didn’t think I could burn it away.

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.

My mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, "I shouldn't perform CPR merely because his heartbeat is slow, right? Even if his heart beats weakly, it is still a beating heart, right? What if he is hibernating or something? Should I warm him up, or is it his normal temperature? What the hell is he?!" Suddenly, I saw some weird blue lines painting themselves across his veins and arteries on his neck. I followed my unrestrainable curiosity and unbuttoned his shirt. The blue lines were more visible on his chest, making every one of his blood vessels clearly visible. His condition obviously wasn't caused by an accident. It looked like some kind of disease. I only hoped that this Leo would be re

He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim. I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

The veins along his forearms pulsed with a subtle, faint golden light beneath his skin—so faint I thought my exhausted eyes were playing tricks on me. He slid his palm slowly across the surface of the coarse fabric. Before my very eyes, the impossible happened. Where his skin touched the rough, stiff fibers, the harsh, uneven muddy beige began to bleed away. A rich, deep, iridescent midnight-blue spread through the threads like liquid ink soaking into dry paper, radiating outward in soft, shimmering waves. But it wasn't just the color.

But it was his arm that almost stopped my breath— His arm was exactly as I had seen in the vision… Black veins crawled up from his wrist, spreading like cracked obsidian under the skin. His fingers were turning grey, lifeless, as though someone was draining the light from him. His breathing was uneven, sharp, each inhale sounding like a fight he was slowly losing. My knees nearly buckled. “No…” I whispered, my voice breaking. ‘No, no… this— this can’t be real. I saw this. I saw— How—!?’ I still couldn't believe my eyes.

“Mine doesn’t look anything like yours. Not even close. Mine’s surrounded by creepy veins and looks like weird symbols are forming in it. It glows, too. Like my—wait, are my eyes still glowing?” “Like a spotlight.” His eyes narrow onto my arm, covered by my jacket’s sleeve. “Can I see it? The dark veins are normal, by the way. It passes, so don’t worry.” “I’m glad to hear that.” I push back my hair to reveal my neck. “Mine almost takes up my entire neck.” “Your neck?” Elijah’s eyes jerk up from my arm. His face contorts in shock. He swoops forward and grabs my shoulder. “What the hell?”

Seraphina’s POV I remained very still on the bed, as the doctor ran a medicated swab across my swollen cheeks, massaging gently. “Do you think it’s going to scar?” I asked moments later, and she flashed me a patient smile. “Not really, Mrs. De Luca,” she reassured in a gentle voice. “It’ll just bruise for a couple of days, and it’ll clear out. But,” she waved her hand, “nothing serious. Trust me.”

“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