Why Are My Arm Veins So Visible Novels & Stories

But it was his arm that almost stopped my breath— His arm was exactly as I had seen in the vision… Black veins crawled up from his wrist, spreading like cracked obsidian under the skin. His fingers were turning grey, lifeless, as though someone was draining the light from him. His breathing was uneven, sharp, each inhale sounding like a fight he was slowly losing. My knees nearly buckled. “No…” I whispered, my voice breaking. ‘No, no… this— this can’t be real. I saw this. I saw— How—!?’ I still couldn't believe my eyes.

"Mother!" I straightened up, scanning his face for more answers. His cute face wore a mask of pulpable fear I had when I lost my parents. I was interested in Ludovic all of a sudden. There was something more about him that I wanted to know. I longed to know everything about him. Suddenly, the veins in his arms became tensed, especially on his left arm where I saw a tear at the posterior of his bicep. The veins surrounding the tear were black, which got me narrowing.

I’d just opened my mouth to respond, when I noticed the caked redness around his knuckles. Was that…blood? I caught his wrist in my grip and gazed down at the redness in close examination. “What happened here?” I demanded in a quiet tone. “Did you get in a fight?” “That man,” he returned, his fingers moving to my neck, where the cable tie had scarred, “when did he get into your car? How did he get in?”

“Mine doesn’t look anything like yours. Not even close. Mine’s surrounded by creepy veins and looks like weird symbols are forming in it. It glows, too. Like my—wait, are my eyes still glowing?” “Like a spotlight.” His eyes narrow onto my arm, covered by my jacket’s sleeve. “Can I see it? The dark veins are normal, by the way. It passes, so don’t worry.” “I’m glad to hear that.” I push back my hair to reveal my neck. “Mine almost takes up my entire neck.” “Your neck?” Elijah’s eyes jerk up from my arm. His face contorts in shock. He swoops forward and grabs my shoulder. “What the hell?”

"Uh, does it help if you're circumcised?" He shrugged, and got comfortable again. But his arm up, so even with a shirt on, I could see it hang on his muscles, and the deltoid a little out the side. "I just pull it back." He stopped at the bottom, and even got another grip higher. To stretch it, so the head bulged, and the veins popped out like a muscular arm when he gripped it.

"What?" "Do you realise how difficult it is to see the inner forearm? I assumed that wouldn't be a problem because he's a swimmer, but his practice was postponed. In addition, he always wears a full sleeve. How am I able to see his forearm now if he walks around wearing a full sleeve everyday? Would you want me to rip his shirt?" "Who are you talking about?" "Just tell me another way to recognise a vampire," I murmured, stopping myself from speaking Alex's name. "Are there any other symbols encrypted on their skin that I can see easily?"

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.

His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, his left arm, ink black up until the side of his neck. The ridges along his spine dipped and rose when he leaned forward, each movement pulling my attention lower than it had any right to go. I could tell exactly where my palms would fit if I ever lost my mind enough to touch him. My fingers immediately itched as he was about to cover up his body with his shirt. He rolled the sleeves just high enough to expose his forearms which had faint scars I didn’t ask about and veins that caught the light when he flexed his fingers.

My shoulders feel stiff, but that’s from holding still too long. I pause at my left arm and roll the sleeve back out of habit. I’ve cleaned and dressed every injury I’ve had since arriving. I would have noticed something new. That certainty is still there when my fingers stop. There’s a faint line just below my inner elbow and it's darker than the rest of me, like something pressed from beneath rather than cut from above.

His arm stayed tense, the rain-soaked sleeve clinging to it and outlining the raised veins beneath. Rain continued to wash over the cold, wet cliffside.