Novel & Cerita Blood Alliance

"The Madam is AB negative." The new information caused Alexandra to narrow her eyes. AB negative was a rather rare blood type but the demand has always been low and finding donors has never been a problem for her hospital, so why now are they having troubles? But that aside, the answer for this situation had just presented itself. She was AB negative just like her aunt. What were the odds. "I'm also AB negative, you can take my blood." The doctors glanced between themselves. It was their first time seeing Alexandra so willingly volunteer to give out her blood. Maybe she truly wasn't the throne filled rose they all thought she was.

Brotherhood. We moved without speaking. Without planning. Our bodies remembered what our minds had tried to forget. We had fought together for years, moving in perfect synchronization, each anticipating where the other would be, what the other needed. I cleared the hallway on the left. Alexei took the right. We dropped attackers with brutal efficiency. For the first time in months, we were not enemies. We were brothers. But there were too many. The Romano had brought an army. For every man we killed, two more appeared. They were flooding into the compound from multiple entry points, overwhelming our defenses through sheer numbers.

Chapter 20: Bloodline and Bypass "Stop," Thalen hissed, his hand shooting out to lock around Zeyric’s wrist with a grip so tight the bones clicked together in the freezing gloom of Malakor’s antechamber. "Do you feel that? The threshold ward isn’t just keyed to faculty mana signatures. It’s a literal blood-gate. It reads lineage."

My fingers wrapped around the heavy spine, and I pulled it out into the lantern light. The Bloodline Registers. I blew a light dusting of gray soot off the cover, my hands shaking so violently I could barely unbuckle the iron strap. I flipped the cover open. Pages of dense, elegant handwriting filled the parchment with names, dates, birthrights, and crude red stamps denoting those who had been executed or exiled. I turned the pages frantically, my eyes scanning the script. Vane... Thorne... Sterling... "You're looking in the wrong century, Malia."

I wrapped my arms around him and we hugged. “I have bad news ma’am.” I pulled away from Moore to see the nurse from earlier standing in front of us. “What do you mean?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Had something gone wrong with Alicia? “Your blood is not a match with your sisters,” My heart dropped in my stomach. “We've requested blood from all the blood banks and AB- is not available at all, she is in dire need of blood and she’s taken a turn for the worst, if we don’t get blood as soon as —“

she said to him. Kiran grabbed her hand when she reached for the needle in his arm. “Give him what he needs. I’ll be fine.” The nurse glanced at Malcolm as Kiran released his grip on her and he nodded his head. “Carter, we need to find more Type O candidates under the Zetas. The King might need more blood than his father can give him without dying himself.” “You just keep him alive!” Kiran said harshly, and sat back down in the chair. “Go, Carter,” Malcolm said in a whisper, his voice desperate. “And be quick about it.”

"In today's world of werewolves, bloodline inheritance is quite rare. Even with an Alpha father, their child cannot fully inherit the power of their blood. Alpha children must undergo training to harness their abilities. As for children who directly inherit Alpha bloodline powers, we generally refer to them as 'natural Alphas'. Currently, Daisy seems to be one of the lucky ones. However, unfortunately, A-type blood from Alphas is very rare, and our hospital doesn't have much in storage. So, Miss Reeves, we must find an Alpha with A-type blood to donate blood to Daisy. But there's also something very important. Daisy's father cannot be the donor. This is common medical knowledge. Blood transf

Her heart raced, not from fear of needles, but from the knowledge that her baby was somewhere in this hospital, fighting for her life. "Please let this work," she whispered. "Please save my baby." Adrian stood beside her, his hand on her shoulder. Steady. Solid. The nurse inserted the needle. Arabella watched her blood flow into the collection bag, each drop carrying her desperate prayer. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor turned to Adrian. "Sir, we'll need your blood as well." Adrian frowned. "I'm not related to the child." "The mother indicated you're her brother. Sometimes when a parent's blood doesn't match perfectly, a direct sibling's can work as a secondary option. We can't

I could still feel it—warm and wet and terrifying—his life’s blood seeping out and onto my arms. The nurse gave a soft chuckle, oblivious to the war inside my chest. "ABX is almost unheard of. It’s the rarest of rare. There are thousands of wolves who will go their whole lives without meeting someone with a matching type." She glanced at the bag beside me, the tube still drawing slow, rhythmic pulses of blood from my arm. "It’s why we don’t have a big store of it. Why we always need more," she went on. My fingers dug into the armrest. A slow, creeping tightness began to build in my shoulders.

Victor requested, breaking the heavy silence of the stone corridor. Daniel froze, his muscles tensing. He turned his head toward his husband, his lips parting as if to speak, but no sound passed his teeth. "Does your memory lack the record? Should I submit my arm to the diagnostic crystal right now?" Victor pressed, his scent sharpening. "What if my veins hold the key to saving Collins's boy?" Victor’s sister, Helena Moreau, possessed RH-negative Type O blood. It deviated from Robert's specific classification, but her lineage functioned as a universal donor for all variations within the RH-negative spectrum.