Novel & Cerita Visible Neck Veins

For saying it out loud when I had no idea what to do with it. The dark veins had spread further overnight. I’d noticed it the moment I’d walked in this morning — or what passed for morning, time having lost most of its meaning. They crawled up his neck now, visible above the collar of the hospital gown. Black tendrils, branching and spreading like cracks in ice, reaching toward his jaw, his face. Dr. Hayes said they were close to his heart. I hadn’t let myself think too hard about what that meant. The door opened. I didn’t look up. I didn’t have the energy for whoever it was, whatever they needed from me.

After several minutes of wasting water, I just stop trying to fix it and sit there, shivering and sweating profusely all at the very same time. When I finally step out of the shower, my skin tingling, I decide that clothing is severely overrated and entirely unnecessary for my current state. Tank top and shorts that just barely covers me up. That’s the absolute limit. I tie my damp hair into a messy bun and walk over to the full-length mirror, intending to check how scandalous my fit might be to external observation . But my eyes catches on something else. There's something dark and thin crawling visibly up the side of my neck, fine as a spider vein but subtly pulsing, it looks terrifyingly

I just sat there, silently begging him to wake up, to say something, to be okay. As the quiet stretched on, something caught my attention. A mark on his neck. It looked strange, something I’d never seen before. I stood up and leaned closer to get a better look. There were black lines on the side of his neck. They were faint but slowly spreading, curling across his skin in a way that looked deeply unnatural. I hesitated, then gently turned his body to the side. My heart dropped immediately. His entire back was marked with the same dark veins, stretching out in all directions like some kind of infection. It looked as if something was moving beneath his skin, something that did not belong there

Well, she screamed when she couldn't bear it for ten seconds, seeing the red veins on her neck, she pushed the rear mirror a bit down to see the veins, she had a horrified face as she trailed her shaky fingers around her neck. Her once smooth skin began a bit reddish, very soft looking and fragile as if it would peel off soon, green veins spread along with the red veins and soon, they made their way to her neck. "No no no....NO !!!!!!!!!" West screamed out in fright and just then, a knock came from the window. She jolted in fright and gazed out the window to see a man standing there. It was a cop, he was crouching down close to her car while trying to look inside the car but her glass was ti

Almost gently. * * * Caelan was at his desk. Not working — papers pushed aside. Sitting with his face in his hands, shirt open at the collar, the way a shirt opened when a man had stopped thinking about what he looked like. So I saw them. The veins. Black, fine as thread, spreading in a branching pattern from the centre of his chest — not like bruising, like something drawn with intention. They crossed his sternum, reached toward his ribs, and one branch climbed the left side of his throat and stopped, for now, at his collarbone.

More veins stretched downward beneath his collar. "What is that?" I asked, rushing toward him. But the veins were spreading from the source of the injury. At the back of his neck, deep claw marks had turned a dark purplish blue. I could not even begin to understand what I was looking at.

I placed one hand on the mid column of my neck trying to stop the uncomfortable feeling. I looked at my reflection on the mirror of the dresser opposite to my bed. My skin turned paler than a white paper. Blue veins were prominent . My irises were deep crimson red. My canines extended not in wolf teeth but vampire's. It had been a long time since I had blood.

I put my hand on my forehead and waited for everything to stop moving. The black veins caught my eye. They were worse. So much worse. Yesterday, they had only been on my hands and wrists, creeping up my arms like dark little rivers under my skin. Now they had spread past my elbows. I could see them clearly through my nightgown, crawling up toward my shoulders. When I touched my neck, I felt the bumpy lines there too. They had reached my collarbone. I was running out of time.

Black spots danced in and out like they were testing how far they could go before I dropped. I waited it out, counting sheeps slowly in my head until the spinning eased enough for me to stand. Each step toward the mirror felt heavier than it should have. And when I finally looked? I went completely still. The veins had changed though they appear faint and one will miss if you weren’t looking for them. But they were darker now and it wasn’t just around the mark. They’d spread slightly witj thin lines branching just beneath the skin creeping downward toward my chest like cracks in glass.

She got some of the sheets on her naked body before walking into the bathroom. She closed the door before her and hurriedly did her business. She was by the sink washing her hands when she felt a prickly pain on her neck. Looking up to stare at the oval mirror above the sink and in front of her, she quickly saw the bruise on the right side of her neck. It was dark red and turning purplish slowly. It wasn't too prominent but it was visible and anyone could easily see it if her neck was exposed.