Very Blue Veins In Arms Novels & Stories

The black veins that used to run down his chest and stomach had receded and now only crawl up his neck and down his right arm. Luz’s own eyes followed her gaze down his chest, where the black veins that once covered his chest now seemed to have retreated significantly. The pulsing black veins still visible along his right arm and creeping up his throat, but the majority of his torse was free of the marks. “What are looking at?” he asked gruffly, though his tone lacked its usual edge. His fingers tightening slightly on her thigh watched her trace the new boundaries of the black veins. “It… it is like it is afraid of you,” he observed quietly, his voice carrying that older, more vulnerable ton

Ellie’s POV Black veins were crawling up my arms. Thin dark lines branching out from under my sleeve, spreading across the back of my hand like ink dropped in water. I knew those veins. I’d watched them climb my body once before, in a bed one lifetime away, while my lungs slowly emptied and nobody came. I stopped running and scrubbed at my wrist. The lines smeared, faded, and crawled right back. “It’s the mushroom,” I said out loud. “Wolfsbane doesn’t spread this fast. You’d know. You’re a healer.”

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.

Her breathing was fast and shallow and her veins— His eyes went to her arm. Her veins were silver. Not metaphorically. Not a trick of the moonlight. A faint, unmistakable luminescence running up from her wrist toward her elbow, branching out the way veins branched, glowing softly like something lit from the inside. "Vera," one of the other council members said. His voice had lost its professional composure entirely. "Vera, are you seeing—" "I see it," Vera said quietly. She hadn't moved. She stood with the empty vessel in her hands and her eyes on Liora's arm and an expression that was not fear exactly but something adjacent to it — the look of someone witnessing something they have only eve

My vision blurred, the patient splitting into two, wavering, before colliding back into one. “Focus,” I whispered, balling up the leaves into a neat little roll. “Focus…” I froze just as I was about to stuff them into her wound. Something about her skin looked… off. I knew what blood loss looked like: pale skin, blue lips, that waxy, almost doll-like look. But this patient looked different. The skin around the cut on her arm was all flushed and red, like she was feverish. Curious, I leaned closer, holding my breath to stave off the overwhelming scent of the blood. The veins branching out from the wound had turned a strange, dark color, almost purple, pulsing under skin that felt too hot when

Those thighs could probably suffocate me without stress. 'He's all yours, Solana. Damn, he's fine.' My face went hot. How was this gorgeous creature all mine? "Are you going somewhere?" I asked. He wrapped his hair up in a messy bun, glancing at me over his shoulder. "Yes. I have to meet with the elders before the ceremony," he said, and I nodded. As soon as he turned away, I noticed the strange black veins on his arm. "Roman," I rasped, getting out of bed. He stopped, a puzzled look on his face as I hurried to grab his arm. A gasp slipped from my lips when I saw how far the black veins went. There were even some on his bicep.

The bruised-purple steam was completely gone. I looked down at my hands. My left arm was heavily scarred, the permanently cooked veins running beneath the skin a dormant, matte black. It felt incredibly heavy, perfectly attuned to the steady, comforting thump-thump of the earth's deep magma nodes pulsing miles beneath the city. My right arm was pale, the veins glowing with a faint, steady silver luminescence. It felt weightless, completely untethered from the planet, humming with the cold, silent frequency of the moon.

Panic flashed in his eyes, pure, unfiltered panic. “What the hell… are you okay?” I knelt beside him, reaching out to help, but the moment my fingers brushed his skin, he jerked violently and vomited more blood. I pulled back, but my eyes stayed locked on his. Something was wrong. I looked down at my hand, still resting on his arm, and noticed the skin beneath my fingers. His veins were turning black, dark lines spreading out like cracks in glass. They kept moving, snaking up through his chest, his neck, his face, until they reached his eyes.

I cried out; ‘Please! No! Stop!’. I begged, but he just ignored me, my cries and pleading only seemed to encourage him more. Against my better judgment, I looked down and was horrified by what I saw. No wonder what he was doing hurt so much, my arm was starting to turn purple and the pressure build-up was so intense, It felt like my fingers were going to explode! It continued until my whole arm, from fingertip to shoulder started to tingle with painful pins and needles.

Alpha Stephan held onto his shoulders, “She cannot die, do you hear me?” As I looked at Lord Stepahn, something weird happened, I felt something pulsing, something calling out to me from within him. He stiffened and looked at me, it was as if he felt it too. He looked at his veins, they were dangerously red and engorged, almost as if they wanted to burst out of his body. “My blood,” he gasped. “What?” Sir Claude sounded confused. “My blood,” his eyes narrowed as he kept staring at his veins as they spread out across both of his hands, all of them coming to the surface and pulsing with a light red color.