Blood Alliance Novels & Stories

Alyssa shot up without hesitation, but she soon froze when she recalled that she failed to donate her blood to Jasper when he was severely injured on the Luminara battlefields because their blood types were not a match. Jonah stepped forward, offering, "I'll do it." Miley raised her hand. "I can help too!" Axel wandered over with Landon and remarked, "We can donate our blood, too. That's enough blood for even a vampire, isn't that so?" They wouldn't mind donating some blood and even donating their organs to save Jasper's life. The nurse seemed cross because of the urgent situation and snapped, "Are you all Rh-negative?"

“The blond bond would be easiest, and it only takes a little blood.” Nathan asks, “Will it interfere with the mate bond and link when it is time to mark you and form those? What will my Alpha blood do to you?” She looks to Kane for help with the answers. He is only too happy to explain, “The blood bond is a different bond than the mate bond. It will not interfere with anything to do with the mate bond. Your blood will not harm her with the small amount we are going to use. If anything, it may help with her healing.”

Valerie asked carefully. "For a blood donation. Jamie's the only one who's blood type fits, AB negative." "Blood donation for who?" asked Jamie, trying to sound like she was only curious and not freaking out. "Ballie Batson." Jamie's breath caught. Either Andy was more of an evil genius than she realized, or he really did need that blood. Ballie Baston, who's twin was Hallie Batson, the twins of the Central pack who were shoo ins for the future alpha, who Jamie KNEW shared her blood type.

I don't think the others can donate blood with that tattoos on their bodies. "Alison!" Jack mumbled, shaking my arm. "What type is he, Alison?" He immediately asked when he was feet away from me. "AB plus Windle and Jack is not!" I uttered helplessly. "Are you sure? I am Ab plus sweetheart." He blurted. My eyes lit up. "Really!" I mouthed, hopeful. I ushered him to the nurse, who said we needed a blood.

It didn't take long to wait, Bryan picked up the call. "Hello Bry, this is about how Alina is doing." "What's wrong with her? Has he regained consciousness?" "Not yet. Her heart condition is very weak. That's because her blood supply is very less. We need blood donors as soon as possible." "What? Now what should we do?" "Alina has blood type AB. This blood type is very rare." "Oh god, my blood type is O. Can't you guys find a donor ASAP?" "I'm sorry, but the blood supply here doesn't have AB. It's very hard to find."

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.”

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."