A Blood Story Novels & Stories

“I mean, come to think of it. I do know Draeger BioTech. I don’t know Lucien.” “He’s, like, a recluse billionaire. Their company’s been behind half the med tech we use in school and their genetics division is next-level. Draeger wants to cure half the diseases we’ve given up on.” “Oh”, Zaria said, brows raised. “Girl”, Sienna rolled her eyes, already tapping on her iPad. “If we’re about to let a mad billionaire genius poke around in our bloodstreams, we might as well get a good payout. Remember our friendship contract: page six, clause four. All poorly thought-out ideas must be pursued together.”

Walked to the steel table and pulled the cloth back, and Maya saw needles, and a rack of glass vials, and a centrifuge, and a plastic cooler with a biohazard sticker peeling off the lid, and her stomach went to water. "Do you want to know what you're worth?" Dane said conversationally. "Not you. What's in you." He picked up an empty vial and turned it in the light. "There's maybe forty people left in the world with your blood in them. Old blood. The kind the packs bred out of themselves a hundred years ago because it frightened them." He glanced over. "A cc of it sells for more than that diner clears in a year. The people I work for have been looking for one of you since before you were born

“She was disappointed when she found out! She….she want to call out the wedding we planned” “Brian….Let me tell you! The baby is definitely yours! We only has sex once and Anna asked me to use protection that night.” Brian closed his eyes, he really hated himself. But then the Emergency Room’s door was opened. “Mr Bolton!” “How is she?” He asked the doctor “I will give a full report later but now we’re in an emergency. She lost a lot of blood and she badly needed a transfusion. The thing is, her blood is rare, AB+”

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.

POV ALPHA AUGUST I hadn’t spoken to Alejandra Osorio for over two decades. I had saved her and her child from being enslaved by Tiberius the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack when my dad was still the Alpha and I was an elite warrior. Tiberius was encroaching on our land during pack runs which was fine until he started having guards kidnapped and ransomed for our pack's land and resources. Instead of giving into his demands we invaded his territory, rescued our pack members, gave hundreds of enslaved members of his pack asylum and we even claimed a decent chunk of his land as a fee for all the lives we lost while in conflict with him.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

said Vincent, with wet cheeks and teary eyes. The staff was getting moved now. He sighed and then took the forms for donor recipients. "All this time, I have been getting blood from a hospital in Brooklyn. But since the incident and the vampire spreading now, they no longer give me blood. Help me; I don't know where to go," said Vincent, continuing to brag. "You're right; Brooklyn also lacks of blood bags." "What a coincidence!" thought Vincent, still nodding sadly. "Okay, then, I'll give you two bags."

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

_______________________ Thank you so much for reading Alpha’s Blood Mate. This story started as a single spark of recognition and grew into something far greater—a connection shaped by legacy, conflict, loyalty, and a kind of love that refuses to ignore the truth. Writing this journey meant exploring painful pasts, wild bloodlines, and the question of whether fate is something that binds us… or something we have the power to change. If you stayed through the danger, the shifting alliances, the fear, and the gradual discovery of who she truly is—thank you. It truly means everything that you trusted this story to take you somewhere intense and still chose to continue.