Novel & Cerita Age Of Blood

Lots of blood. And the horrible memory flashed in front of my eyes. ~~~~~~ I walked barefoot, the cold tiles stinging my small feet. My toes dipped into something sticky and I lowered my gaze to observe small pools of blood on the floor. This was vampire's blood, hence the smell of it did not evoke thirst in me. At the age of five, me and Alex were still not allowed to feed on other beings with beating hearts. So far, only my oldest brother, Damian, has been permitted to sink his fangs into the pulsating veins of another person because he has already reached the age of 15

The special blood she had been reading about these past few days, the blood any vampire needs to forever quench their bloodlust, the rare blood that only exists once every two thousand years belonged to her. The thought of that made a chill run through her spine. “You mean, the blood needed to forever quench vampires' bloodlust?” She asked, trying to process the idea and still her racing heart. He raised a brow in surprise. “You know about that?” “Yeah, I was doing some research recently, and that was when I discovered there was even something called a ‘special blood’ which comes once every two thousand years and it was extremely rare and only discoverable after the person has turned twenty-

Suitable blood donors should be between the ages of 18 and 55. "I'm 50 years old," Shaun promptly replied. "That's excellent. Sir, please come with me for some blood tests," the nurse said. Shaun agreed without hesitation. "Alright." "Thank you," the Clarkes said gratefully. Shaun looked at the emergency room as he suddenly realized something. Still, saving Maisie was the priority. Thus, he immediately followed the nurse to get his blood tested.

Felix didn't waste time on pleasantries and immediately approached the gathered bodies. After examining them for over ten minutes, Felix walked back to Xena. "It doesn't appear to be the work of Necrobound, but I can't rule it out entirely. All these people are missing their lifeblood." Lifeblood—also known as vital essence—was the deep red blood that flowed directly from the heart's main artery. In traditional medicine, it was considered the essence of life, derived from the transformation of nutrients by the spleen and stomach, and crucial to a person's health.

The blood debt is unbreakable and if someone ignores it, they experience excruciating pain. The link activates when the one who gave the blood is in danger or needs something. Only the owner of the blood can end the link when they are satisfied with the repayment of the debt. If a child is saved, then the link doesn’t activate until they reach the age of eighteen. Which is why I had been there when Zira’s pack had been slaughtered. I had felt the pull and had been confused at first until I heard a woman’s voice in my head. She was begging for help. I thought I was hallucinating, so I ignored it. As soon as I did, I felt the most unbearable pain imaginable.

I hoped I didn't come off as an obsessor. She kept an eyes on her and other of the bag of blood when she replied, "She is hardly seventeen, that's my quick guess, by observing her for an hour and calculating all of the medical measures, I came across the realisation she is a human and been in a tough place...a bloody tough one," She turned to glance at us; me and William. "Maybe all her life,"

Then considering Orel and Mathilda age, it is safe to assume that someone young can be the ruler. “What do you mean it is my fault, I didn’t poison him, and your people did by shooting Darts around?” I responded offended and barely keeping my annoyance in check. “You might not have poisoned him but you ordered his whipping in Brookston, you made him weak as a child and pardon me for not having my guards at our borders carrying Darts meant for children, normally children don’t venture close to our borders, children on both sides of the border.” The voice said as I gritted my teeth.

“Feel it, accept it, but don’t fight it. Not yet.” Aria felt her vision blur. The warmth in her chest intensified, spreading like fire through her veins. It was intoxicating, terrifying, and strangely comforting all at once. She didn’t know how to stop it… or even if she wanted to. One of the pack members, a younger wolf with curiosity too strong for his own good, stepped forward. “Who is she?” he asked, voice trembling, unsure.

I rushed straight home. By the time I arrived, it was already deep into the night. Lila had just come back from work. Overjoyed, I grabbed her hand, only to feel the calluses covering her palms. They were rough and hardened, nothing like the hands a girl her age should have. She threw her arms around me, her voice trembling. "Mom, you’re not leaving again, right? You’ll stay this time? You’ll stay home with me?" My chest tightened. She was twenty now, a grown woman, but she clung to me like a frightened child. The light in her eyes was timid, her voice subdued. Gone was the lively girl I remembered.

And then, I stepped inside. The man seated opposite my father did not turn, yet his presence filled the room. Broad shoulders, streaks of silver woven into dark hair, ink curling over his neck, promising more beneath the fabric of his shirt. Strength, control, danger—it emanated from him like smoke from a slow-burning fire.