Novel & Cerita Visible Neck Veins

'What is this? I rushed towards the bathroom and stopped dead in my track as I saw the marks. It started as something that looked like a cursive C at the top of my breast and continued in snaked patterns as a v up around my neck and then in a small v down behind my neck. It almost looked like a tattoo, but it was much clearer defined and it also looked as if the came from beneath my skin. The color of it was a black going on purple and reminded me of the color a to visible vein had. The mirror image was shocking and all I did was just standing there questioning what had happened last night that made this appear on my skin.

Jade’s voice cuts off. When she doesn’t say anything I turned back to look at her but my gaze locks on Nyx first. Veins have popped out all over her face, her neck, and her body. The veins visibly pump blood and when I look back at her face, her white eyes have blood seeping out. It drips and leaves a trail of blood on it’s way down her cheeks. Goddess.

He begins to tremble, sweat sliding down his temples. "Dude, what are you doing?" He asks, his voice trembling. My vision turns a bright red but I begin to see things more clearly, like the veins under the skin of his neck. The blood in his veins seems to be calling out for me. So, I pin him to the wall, not sensing or seeing anything but my thirst for blood.

I hiss and he increased the pressure on my arm and smirked. I tried pulling my arm away but it didn't work. The veins in my neck were tightening and I gritted my teeth and growled loudly in frustration. My arm started throbbing and it felt as if the circulation had cut off. I gritted my teeth, and my brain was desperately trying to figure out a quick and likely successful way to free myself.

H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T I visibly cringed when I looked at my reflection. My hazel green eyes were red-rimmed and my nose was a bright shade of pink like I was suffering some flu. My chestnut brown hair was tangled and knotted near the ends and my neck was the worst case scenario ever. Dark purple bruises adorned the ivory shade of my neck and there were some identical marks on my hipbone and the apex of my thighs. There were also a few bite marks around my breasts but my neck was the worst sight by far.

“It's about the fight.“ She spoke and let out a sigh before tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck to me. My hand stopped just an inch from my mouth, and I stared at her neck in astonishment. My gaze remained fixated on her visible veins, which appeared to pulsate right before my eyes. I noticed that her skin had turned red around the area, and it became immediately apparent that she had been poisoned. “Wolfs-bane?“ I spoke, my voice laden with concern, and once again, I could hear my heart pounding within my chest as memories from the past came rushing back.

I was sure of it. I had lots of questions, but with the way he kept acting oblivious, I wasn't sure if I should ask. I realized I'd been holding eye contact with him for an uncomfortable amount of time and awkwardly turned away. My gaze shifted to Xlynor. He was leaned back, eyes fixed on the arena and his expression closed and unreadable. My eyes accidentally drifted down to his hand on the armrest, and then I saw it. Black veins visible through his skin, running along his fingers and stretching up into his arm like roots.

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.

Retreating into shadow. Click. A faint sound. Barely audible. The blood vessel along the side of his neck finally ruptured. Dark blood slid downward. And beneath his collar— something began growing. Golden-black vines. Twisting. Spreading. Crawling upward across his throat. Toward a face already consumed by murderous intent.

“It’s not an animal attack, seeker Carter. Look at the veins.” Raven kneeled silently. His movements were supple that of one Mannes, who used to move in dangerous places. He did with the gloved fingers over the neck of the dead. The skin was freezing, but that was not the disturbing. The veins under the skin glowed in a deep, unnatural carmesine red – as if the blood was crystallized in its veins and with an aggressive, foreign frequency. “This is not a normal death,” Raven confirmed, and his deep, rough voice seemed to the