Blood Alliance Novels & Stories

I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else, as the faintest glimmer of hope sparked within me. As the transfusion began, I watched her lifeblood interchange with mine, a cerulean ribbon of my Alpha lineage seeping into her veins. I squeezed her hand more tightly, anchoring her to this world. The doctors worked around us, silent in their grim determination. The scent of antiseptic was strong, but beneath it, the coppery tang of blood lingered, a constant reminder of the war raging outside our sanctuary. My gaze remained fixed on Bethany,

“Then give it to him. Why are you standing here talking to me? Don't you buy blood for these situations? We even have a reserve, if I remember correctly. Use the supply!” “We tried,” Vance says, his voice dropping an octave. “But Odin’s blood is… extraordinary. He has a rare sub-type—a Rh-null variant. It’s what we call ‘Golden Blood.’ The universal O-Negative supply would cause a fatal hemolytic reaction. He can only receive blood from someone with the exact same rare markers.” I freeze, the room suddenly feeling five degrees colder. “We attempted to pull from the Thorne Family Reserve—the units stored for your sons and your late husband. But the cross-match was a disaster. Not only did the

His movements were sluggish, detached like he was there physically but somewhere else entirely. “We injected him with a sedative. He left us no choice, he kept resisting, trying to break free,” Alice said coolly. “I didn’t want to hurt my fiancé’s half-brother.” “Type AB negative. Their blood is a match,” the doctor announced after checking the test results. “Good. Draw her blood,” Alice commanded without hesitation. AB-negative, one of the rarest blood types on Earth. That explained why Alice had been so desperate, finding a compatible donor wasn’t just difficult, it was extremely rare.

The doors slammed shut. I was left in the corridor, shaking, drenched in his blood, my breaths ragged and broken. Minutes bled into each other. A doctor appeared, his expression grave. “We’ve stopped the bleeding, but his blood pressure is unstable. He’s lost more than we like.” My legs buckled. “Do whatever you need—take mine—take all of it—” He shook his head. “His type is extremely rare. AB negative. We don’t have enough in our bank.”

The posture of someone who'd been carrying weight too long. Almost relieved to set it down. Alisha found me at the window. "Blood means something different to everyone," she said quietly. I looked at her. "Val's pack blood. Joshua's father's blood. Cole's betrayal blood." She paused. "Yours and mine. Cousin blood. Silvermoon blood." "All of it counts?" "All of it." She nodded. "Even the betrayal. Because it shows us who stays." I looked at her. "You stayed."

Instead, he pulled out a stack of weathered, yellowing documents and a tarnished silver dog tag. The clatter of the metal tag hitting the mahogany desk sounded like a gunshot in the silent room. Robbin lunged forward, her breath hitching. She knew that tag. She had seen it hanging from her uncle’s neck a thousand times while he worked in the garage, a relic of a life he had lived before her. Jason Forest. Blood Type: O+. "Everyone out," Robbin commanded. Then, in a shaky whisper, she added, "Nora, please stay."

Somehow, it was still a better option than ending up back with her father and brother. And why was Alpha Kai such a good friend to him? The Bridgewater pack was far from the Asran border, and there were very few trade routes into Venelia. It didn't seem likely that Evander had come to the southern Mating Ball to find a mate since, like her, he would be expecting his mate to be powerful and high ranking. Unless Alpha Kai had told Evander his suspicions about Sapphira's actual family and he had come especially. But why would the Alpha hand her over to Evander when the reward for returning her to her father would be higher? And there was no way he could have known that they were would-be mates.

Gael then put me up so that my head was against his chest, fighting to control my meltdown, but it only made him hold me stronger, whispering that Tristan would be fine. ******** It had been four days since Tristan bumped into the vampire clan and four days since we suddenly heard that Blood Canine was being taken over by one of the alphas. No one had to tell me that it was Alpha Atlas. Three days since, I started getting frail with worry and my sadness eating me up. Andrea seemed to understand; she wasn't in tears anytime I slipped out of bed beside her and sneaked into Tristan's sickbed, where he was fighting for his life.

I kept on asking myself. We were braver than that though we had been crafted by war and tragedy, my heart ached so hard, I felt so close to death. “Doctor!” a nurse called “the boy is breathing” the two doctors ran into the room where the nurse had come from, the room where my brother was. I rushed in with them, my brother was lying weak on the bed. I edged closer to him while our eyes met, I smiled faintly, silent streek of tears dropping from my eyes. I felt a supernatural bond between us, he became filled with a strange source of strength to continue the fight for survival. Life mattered” what mattered about it was that we had each other. I smiled but this time, there was no tear drop clo

“Is he ok?” “He needs blood. He is O negative, and we don’t have that in our blood bank. The best and quickest option is a blood relative.” Silence ensued as the doctor looked at each of us hopefully. “He doesn’t have anyone doc, we’re his only family and we’re not blood related.” Blade explained. “Right, I’ll call the other hospitals in the area and see if they have any.” The doctor looked disappointed as he started to leave. “Wait…..” Carla started.