Novel & Cerita Visible Neck Veins

I need to cut my veins to let the poison in my bloodstream out. Now!

Swallowing a lump in my throat, the cable tie around my neck a quiet reminder of the danger I was in, I leaned toward the passenger seat, reaching my hand downward to grab the Hennessy bottle surreptitiously. “Easy, gentle,” he crooned quietly, keeping his eyes locked on my face, “don’t try anything fun—“ I suddenly swung the bottle at his head as he was still speaking, and I got him just in time, as it smashed into his skull, the remaining content of the bottle spilling on our bodies. Swaying a little, his grip around my neck loosened, and I immediately dove for the door, trying to get out. “Somebody, help!” I screamed as loud as I could, and groaning in rage and frustration, the man grabbe

She finished. "What do you mean by a comprehensive check?" I queried. " I need to check every inch of her skin, for signs of a puncture. If it is what I think it is, then the puncture would have black veins running from it, by now. The black veins would be as tiny as threads for a needle and not as visible as normal black veins should be. Because this is the early stages." She explained. " What do you think this is?" " I think it's a blood enchantment."

I froze. On my neck, green-grey like veins, like little tree branches, pursed on the skin at the corner of my neck. The veins seemed to be illuminated, pursing from within. Warming that area of my skin. My stomach knotted and tightened, and my breath hitched. Tension stretched and shot through me. It took everything not to gasp. At first, I was going to conclude that it was probably an infection powered by witchcraft, but I shook it off. It couldn’t be.

Very sinful. My gaze travelled further down from his neck to broad shoulders which appeared chiseled into shape by the master craftsman. My mouth watered when I noticed the pulsating vein which curled around the side of his neck down to his collarbone. Hmm, how would his blood taste during sex? Wicked thoughts. Very wicked.

My eyes drifted to a mark on my neck and my breathing stopped for a while. There are hickeys all over my neck down to my collarbone. What are they up to?!

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 bit herself. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The elderly healer slowly looked back at Sera. The concern in his eyes deepened. That was when another healer suddenly gasped. I immediately turned. Black veins. Thin black veins were spreading beneath the skin of Sera's neck. My heart nearly stopped. "What is that?" The veins appeared for only a second. Then it disappeared completely. Like they had never existed. The room exploded into panic. "What was that?" "I've never seen anything like it."

Lior's right hand moves to the left forearm, pressing against it, and the motion exposes the inside of the wrist for a moment before being covered again. But a moment is enough. The veins beneath the skin have darkened. Not the deep bruised color of normal vampire circulation. Something darker than that. Something that runs in thin branching lines up toward the elbow the way frost patterns run across glass, black at the center and fading to dark gray at the edges, spreading even as Lucian watches in the second before Lior covers the arm again. Lior looks up. Meets Lucian's eyes with the gold gaze that has never looked uncertain until this moment.

Black veins spread beneath the skin of his neck like spilled ink. His eyes lifted toward Lyra— And one of them had turned completely silver.