A Guide Thicker Than Blood Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I exhale loudly and make to snap the book shut but the sharp end prick my finger. With a hiss under my breath, I press my finger tightly as tiny drops of blood trickles down. The blood drops on the page and like a mystery, words begin to form, unraveling themselves. I watch with shock, my heart pounding against my ribcage at the swirling letters that aren't there before. As soon as it starts, the strokes end. I glance warily at my finger which has healed instantly and with my pulse spiking, I read the words; ‘Rare is the blood born beneath the crimson gaze of the moon,

The windows fogged from the inside. Beneath my chest, the book was still open. But the last page had changed again. No words. Just one large symbol in the shape of a womb… with three drops of blood falling from it. And below that, one small line in a language I didn’t know—but somehow understood: “She who summons this blood will split the life-line and let darkness descend.” Footsteps echoed outside. Not party shoes. Not heels. But bare feet on marble. I held my breath. The door was unlocked.

"I'm a vampire. Human blood is my food. Don't you know?" "I know." "Then you're not afraid if I suck your blood again like before?" #to be continued in Chapter 17.2 - Guard

“They would love to meet you. I know they will.” “Tomorrow,” I promised. “I’ll come tomorrow.” After the call ended, I retrieved the books once more… My fingers hesitated over Lunareeth. When I opened it again, the old and sharp page edge caught my skin. A sharp sting… Before I could react, a single drop of blood fell onto the blank parchment. “Oh no!” I immediately reached for it instinctively— but froze. The blood— it didn’t smear. It sank! And then— words began to form before my eyes.

The architecture shifted as she moved—arched stone, becoming glass, glass becoming a forest path, and forest melting into a hallway lined with doors that each had a name only their intended occupant would recognize. She wore the same practical coat and boots she’d woken up in, shadows flowing at her heels like a well‑behaved pet. She passed a wide, open chamber where another guide—a man with tired eyes and ink stains on his fingers—sat with a soul who kept looking over their shoulder as if expecting an audience. “There’s no one watching,” the guide said calmly. “Are you sure?” the soul asked. “Only if I’m doing my job right,” he said and smiled.

Chapter 11: A Debt in Blood Pain pulsed through my skull, dragging me slowly back to consciousness. My head felt like it was wrapped in fog, each thought sluggish and disjointed. My body—limp and heavy, like something had drained all life from it—lay uncomfortably on cold, unforgiving stone. A damp, stagnant air filled the room, the pungent scent of mildew mixing with something metallic, like blood, so thick I could almost taste it.

The expedition to break the curse leads to the road flowing with blood all the way, you have no choice but to do it anyway. After reading the preamble, Lord Yong hands were shivering to go to the next page that might have the full view of expedient. The part that made his stomach churn was the last line of the prologue and its mention of Blood. Lots of questions plagued the mind of Lord Yong at that moment. Taking a deep breath he finally managed to turn to the next page. A shudder went through his body seeing the illustrations, it was something bizarre and mysterious. He curiously started to read the words.

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

I was expecting my fragile body to crash onto something hard, or to pierce onto a cold sharp metal, but none of it came. Instead, I felt warm, ironclad arms wrapped around my body. "You are not allowed to die, Katherine," he whispered coldly. I slowly stared. A pair of fiery eyes greeted me. It was blazing in both light and darkness. A combination I never thought would be possible. "You're not allowed to die until I say so..."