A Blood Story Novels & Stories

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

I gripped my hands to hard they hurt, my nails digging into my skin, I could smell the blood in the air, and from the way Alex furrowed his brows he probably could as well. He held my hand softly slowly unfurling it, his eyes filled with confusion, “You’re hurt? How” I gave no answer, my smile never left my face, this wasn’t a dream… I’m not alone. he came back. He gently washed away the blood in the stream watching it as it quickly healed itself.

The question hung in the air, a desperate plea, a challenge to the cruel fate that seemed determined to steal my son away. The doctor hesitated, his eyes filled with pity. He seemed to search for the right words, struggling to soften the blow, but there were no gentle words to describe the harsh reality of the situation. "We're doing everything we can," he repeated, his voice laced with a weary resignation. "But he needs a blood transfusion, and quickly. The problem is… he has a very rare blood type. AB negative. We've checked our blood bank, and we don't have any available."

And maybe one day, when the world is softer, and our hearts are stronger, we’ll tell their stories not through tears but through the way we live. And love. And survive. Even in the ashes.

A gun goes off when he gets close to me. His head falls on my lap. A bullet through his head. Cold blood oozes from his head onto me. Tears stream down my cheeks. Blood pools at my feet. I’m immobilized. My brain freezes, and darkness welcomes me, and for the first time...I don’t fight it.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, casually wiping away all that had happened between us. The impact was terrifyingly potent. I felt a lump in my chest, and I doubled over, coughing so hard it felt like my heart was ripping apart. When I finally caught my breath, I looked at my hand, covered in fresh blood. Keith saw it too. His expression darkened, and he was at my side in an instant, his voice deep with concern. "What's going on?"

she added " thank you Aunt" I answered her After a minute the doctor came out " What happened to my son doc?" Aunt said " he is still unconscious and he lost a lot of blood, we need to transfer blood for him" "What is his blood type doc?" " This type of blood is very rare AB negative is his blood type " "I and my husband can't donate blood for him because we are both AB positive," Aunt said " Doc can I donate my blood to him I am AB negative as well" I offered

“Yes, mater. I will serve ye until my last breath.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled my thoughts away from Jones’ past. I only knew this because I’d gone through the history books kept in the cellar, stumbling upon a journal from the time of Grace Bloodsworth. Her tone had sounded regretful as I brushed my hand over the dark red-ink, my eyes eating up the sorrowful words. I knew without a doubt that she had use her own blood to write it.

The doctor ran her eyes around the lab looking for someone to help her, and huffed. -When I don't need help, there's a lot of people around me, bothering me, and now, when I really need there's no one -she grumbled as she stood up and went to the 'cooler'-a kind of refrigerator specific to store blood- and took a vial of human blood, another one with vampire blood, another one with wolf blood and another one with blood altered by the drug DroPaCem and took them with her to the microscope.

I try to explain, but she swats the air as if trying to get rid of an annoying fly. “Please, I was born into trauma. It’s all I know. That is not what’s going on here.” Well. Shit. I might as well tell her now. “It’s my blood…it bonded us.” “You said that wears off over time.” “Yeah…I lied.” “So this happens every time you give a human your blood?”