Blood And Iron Book Novels & Stories

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

The hollow stank of blood and smoke, the copper bite of spilled life mixing with the damp earth and crushed moss beneath their feet. The walls trembled with the weight of battle already fought, cracks spidering across the stone where magic had detonated moments before. Faint embers glowed in the corners of the ruined chamber, flickering weakly as if afraid to shine too bright in the presence of such violence.

If Elara hadn't been actively channeling the kinetic pressure away from us and shunting it into the stone walls of the shaft, our bones would have already collapsed under the sheer, localized mass of the deep ore. I leaned heavily on the iron railing, my breath coming in short, shallow rasps. The black iron veins beneath the skin of my arms and hands were throbbing violently, desperately trying to sync with the terrifying frequency of the metal below. "You look pale, Architect," Cord noted grimly. "My blood is mostly iron, Cord," I gritted out, wiping a streak of cold sweat from my forehead. "And we are approaching the largest magnet on the planet. My heart is physically struggling to pump i

It didn’t scream. That was worse. I unfolded it slowly. The words swam for a moment before settling. My sweet girl, If you are reading this, then I have failed you in the only way that matters. I wanted to believe that loving you would be enough to keep you safe. I was wrong. There are men who use blood as ownership and memory as a weapon. If one of them ever tells you that you belong to him—know that he is lying. You belong only to yourself. My throat closed.

This time, it had me sucking in a sharp breath when I opened it and my eyes widening at the diagrams that I saw. Inside that book was various ways to kill a vampire.

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.

She reads them, loud, one by one, while the lab man stares. When she gets to Appalachia water — clear enough to see stones — yes, the dullest cutting leans, just a fraction, toward her voice. I kneel and put my hand on the steel bucket. I do not push. I ask. Do you want iron? The answer is immediate and sick and scared. No. The iron wire snaps. Not from force. From rust. In ten seconds it ages a hundred years and falls to dust, just like in the iron forest under D.C.

Breaking such a pact wasn't just dishonor, it was cause for war, bloodshed, extinction. My breath got hastened when I found the large, iron-bound volume simply titled Blood Bound: Oaths and Obligations of the Northern Clans. I pulled it free and settled at a heavy oak table. The cover creaked as I opened it, and I skimmed the index: “Darkhen,” it reads, “Page 312.” When I finally got to page 312, the text looked dense and unsettling.

There's nothing to worry about. As we prepared to leave, Dr Rahim handed me a prescription for Tiffany's iron supplements and a pamphlet on iron-rich foods. “Remember, Mrs. Campbell, iron deficiency anemia is easily treatable. Just make sure Tiffany takes her supplements regularly and eats a balanced diet.” I nodded at that, relief making my insides calm. ”Thank you, Dr Rahim. You've been incredibly kind and helpful. I'm so relieved that it's nothing worse than this."

“The blood you’ve had to have since you were little for your anemia.” Emily confirmed with a nod. “Well, that blood was from my facility.” Aunt Maureen rubbed her face in frustration and let out a minor grumble when she saw the confused expression still on Emily’s face. This conversation was getting more complex as it went on. “See.” She turned to face Emily and give her full attention. “Most believe that a vampire takes blood because they like the taste or like the kill. Well, some do, but that’s not always the case. All vampires have to have the iron that is found in the blood. Without it, they die.”