Why Are My Arm Veins So Visible Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Crying definitely didn't help with my dehydration. "May I see your arm that your IV was in?" she asks nicely. I show her my swollen arm. It was covered in a nasty bruise from about the middle of my forearm all the wat up to my bicep. "OH MY GOD! How long did they leave your IV in after your vein blew? This looks horrible!" She asks.

I just want to hold my baby and melt into that rich pine, earth scent like his father’s. “I’ll get him later,” I said, heading for the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment before I stalked to the sink and took a good look at my arm. I unwrapped the bandage and my stomach dropped. The veins around it were much darker now and it wasn’t spreading upwards. It was spreading to my wrists. “No…” My fingers trembled as I touched it lightly and it burned. Astra’s words echoed in my mind.

All I could see was her. She was a wreck. Blood crusted under her nose. A long gash torn down her side where the beast’s claws had caught her. Her face was gray and sunken, her lips cracked. And her arm… I pulled back her torn sleeve and my heart stopped. The black veins. I’d heard about them. I’d seen them on the dying at the gates. But I’d never seen them on her, and the sight of them tore something open in me. They’d spread far past her wrist, past her elbow, climbing up over her shoulder, dark and thick and pulsing faintly under her skin like something alive.

"How... are you?" "I am... adjusting," he said, the word a vast understatement. A shadow of profound disorientation flickered in his eyes. His right hand, as if with a mind of its own, drifted to his left arm. My attention snagged there, and the air seemed to grow colder. Against the pale canvas of his skin, sickly, orange-gold veins crawled and writhed with a faint glow. They were not flat marks, but a living tracery, like lightning trapped and writhing beneath the surface, a parasite etched in light. They snaked up from his wrist, disappearing under the sleeve of his tunic. I shouldn't ask. It's cruel, a part of me thought. But another, fiercer part knew I had to. I can't help him if I'm b

His forearms and neck were corded, a man so tight that even his veins protruded through the skin. His jawline was his sexiest feature, with a light shadow of hair that hardly covered the strong bones of his features. His t-shirt fit him snugly, fighting the planes of his pecs and the individual grooves of muscle that pressed against his shirt. On top of that, he was tall. When he stood up to join me, I could see he had to be easily over six feet tall.

A man who would probably be horrified if he knew. But I couldn't stop. I scrolled to the next photo. Him at the gym. Tank top. Sweat on his chest. His arms were crossed and the muscles in his forearms stood out like he was flexing on purpose. His skin was flushed from whatever workout he'd been doing and I could see the vein in his neck, the one that pulsed when he was angry or turned on or both. I bit my lip and kept scrolling.

And veins. God, he has so many veins, running just under his skin. One of them goes down his taut neck. It bumps over his collarbone and then disappears beneath his muscled pecs. His chest was massive and the curves of it make a tight valley that then changes into the ridges of his abdomen. I go to count those ridges and I was pretty sure that he’s got a six-pack. Could be eight too.

IT WAS A big mystery for Helios thinking about how Amara was able to do that. She was so damn fast that he wasn't even able to notoce it. She was gripping his neck tightly and anger is evident on her eyes. Some veins were able to appeared on the skin of her neck but it immediately disappeared. The veins were almost the same like his whenever he turned into a vampire. Helios sighed for the ninth time. He's affected by what happened but he remembeed what Ursula said. Is that the poison?