Novel & Cerita Visible Neck Veins

Suddenly, a strange, burning sensation flared right in the center of my chest. It wasn’t the pain of the void, and it wasn’t the physical echo of his injuries. The permanent claim-mark on my neck began to pulse, but it didn’t glow with gold or silver light. It began to bleed a thick, glowing violet liquid—the exact color of theNull-Serum.

When I turned away, I looked up at Elijah, who was looking at me with great concern . "Is everything okay?" I asked, my brows drawn. He wasn't looking into my eyes, or even at my lips. But on my skin. "Ky…" he whispered, and reached for my hand, "your.. Your arms." I looked down and had to bite back a scream. "What the hell?" I muttered as I stared at my arm. Black thin veins, webbed across my skin like cracks of ink. They ran up my forearms, curling over the back of my hands, disappearing under my sleeves and reappearing at my collarbone.

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.

Chapter-50 RUBY "How long will you keep doing this?" Vexon asked when I was looking in the mirror repeatedly. I glared at him and he chuckled. "Looking in the mirror continuously won't make your hickeys go invisible." I rolled my eyes at his comment and let out, "Still! How am I going to hide it? I don't wear high neck tops, and it cannot be hidden with my hair. I cannot believe this!" I looked at the mirror once again. Red spots were visible all over my neck. "It is all your fault."

My eyes didn't miss the veins on his hands. My eyes traced his visible veins. I can see that. I don’t know why his veins were bulging or why his veins appeared like that. Maybe from working out? Lifting dumb bells or what? My gaze went up to his biceps. He's just wearing a T-shirt so I can see his whole arm. Fuck, those veins! Damn that hand. I wonder what it feels like to be choked by his hand. I closed my eyes tightly. There it is! There it is! I'm fucking imagining wild things. "Why can't you look at me? Look at me, Quiva."

Nicole hesitated, then nodded and slipped out. I stood on shaky legs and walked to the mirror. What I saw made my hands tremble more. My wrist curled into a fist. A black vein. It was thin as a spider's thread and crept up from my collarbone toward my neck. What is that? I touched it, expecting heat, but it was cold. I didn't know what it was. I couldn't understand it. But fear crawled up my spine as I stared. I need to hide this. This is too strange.

And underneath it, the smallest tremor of hope. She knew he was close. When his vision cleared, he took another step forward. Then another. A few yards ahead, just past the gate, the ground sloped down into the first convergence valley—one of three known regions where the Vein was visible to the naked eye. Wisps of light traced the dirt like glowing roots, thickening the further in you walked. He’d only heard stories. Now he was walking inside one.

Veronica had a plan. "I know how to tell them apart," she said. "The hosts develop a dark, web-like pattern of filaments under their skin. It's usually most visible on the neck and chest." "The problem," she continued, "is that the marks are always hidden by their uniforms. We need a way to make them show some skin." An idea sparked in my mind. I quickly wrote it down on my notepad and handed it to her. She read it and a grim, satisfied smile spread across her face. "Good idea."

The past days, I had been feeling fatigued for no reason. Going into the bathroom, I walked to the mirror and looked at my reflection. I indeed did look tired. Taking off the t shirt I wore, my heart sank when I looked into the mirror. Black veins had started growing on the sides of my stomach like some stretch marks. They looked like tree roots but very ugly. My mind went into turmoil for a few seconds as realization dawned upon me. Shit. It had began.

I watch in morbid fascination as the veins in her hand begin to darken until they glowed black underneath her porcelain skin. Screaming in defiance, she raised her other one and tired again to come towards me, her eyes blazing in anger and determination as she wraps her hand around my neck once more. Only this time, she was sure to assert enough pressure that should have broken my neck. Once again, she recoiled from me screaming as her other hand took on the appearance of her first. The black veins running up her arms and under her clothing. “It cannot be?” She looked at me with wild eyes. “How is it possible?”