Where All The Veins Meet Book Novelas e Histórias

VIVIENNE pov I stared at the mirror like it owed me money. Naked. Full-frontal and no mercy. The black veins had retreated to thin, ugly spiderwebs under my skin, mostly arms, thighs, ribs, a nasty crown creeping up my throat like some gothic tattoo gone wrong.

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

I stood in front of the floor-length mirror and gasped at my reflection. The burns and marks had nearly all faded. However, the entire left side of my body from the top of my thigh and up to my neck had blackened veins swirling around it. It was the same way the veins swirled from where the shadow punctured earlier. They descended from my neck to connect all the way to where Ezekiel and Heath had been injecting me. Oh, Goddess, no. This could not be happening. I lifted my finger to it, and the veins moved, interacting with my fingertip. I knew this was related to the substance, but I was not sure why it was reacting differently this time. What did it mean? What were those shadow fucks anyway

For a moment, she saw flashes—her own death, the child she’d left behind, the sound of rain hitting hospital glass. She staggered. “Sir—” Soreth’s gauntlet snapped out, steadying her. “Ignore it.” His eyes glowed faintly red. “The Vein is ancient. It remembers every death it has ever touched. Let it in, and it will eat you alive.” Ryn forced herself to nod, swallowing the bile in her throat. They pressed deeper, passing what looked like trees made of glass, each branch filled with moving light. Souls—thousands—twisting upward in luminous vines.

I wanted to see them again. “Seriously, woman, how clueless can you be? You are irritating me…” A vein in my right hand started glowing red and Rage slowly emerged from it. “Can’t you feel us flowing in your veins?” He said with a scowl. I gaped at him, horrified. “Y-you were flowing through my veins?” I asked. “We are components of blood. Where else do you expect us to be?” Lead emerged from a vein in my left hand. “So you’re telling me that the seven of you were living in my blood and veins?” I reiterated. “This is a scary thought, like fairies flowing in my veins, like my blood?”

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

"Looks like my new wife has quite a colorful romantic history." The assistant hesitated on the other end. "Mr. Damien, do you still want to marry Miss Vale?" Damien squinted, holding the phone, his gaze turning thoughtful. "A little vixen is only wild because she hasn't met her match. Once she does, she'll settle down." "......" His thumb brushed against the kiss mark on his neck, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. Amidst the gazes of the crowd, the groom, standing tall, lifted the bride's veil. Their eyes met.

Lake's POV My eyes snapped open at Kairos’s words. “A mer prince… fated mate?” But the meaning barely registered before I noticed the veins. Dark and twisting, they crawled across his skin, blooming beneath the surface like black cracks in porcelain. “Veins,” I whispered, my heart slamming against my ribs while the terrifying images of earlier when he attacked me flashed through my mind. Just then, he swayed as if his strength was dwindling right in front of me. His body grew heavier and he rolled off me, sitting next to me with his fingers running through his disheveled hair, attempting to push it back as it fell all over his face.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.