Blood Bender Novels & Stories

As she finished I let go of my nose and called out to her. “Nena,I told you to be careful with sharp things.” Unlike others, Nena’s blood is quite rare. It gives off a very sweet smell that can make a vampire lose his senses. Good thing I can control myself very well. She looked back at me, “Ah! Sorry… The cutter slipped out of my hand when I was trying to cut the sticks… But I put the band-aid on immediately!” I walked to her and crouched, “Good work.” I softly patted her head, “Be careful next time.”

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

"Why was it banned? I suppose it is dangerous, but perhaps not perilous enough to warrant an outright ban." "This ability wasn't prohibited merely for its control over movements. That's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what a blood bender is capable of. The human body comprises almost 70 percent water. "Just envision the havoc a blood bender can wreak—they can make a person's brain explode, cause arteries or veins to burst, induce drowning from the inside, and much more. Picture it in the hands of someone with ill intentions, it would be catastrophic!" "Wow, no wonder it was proscribed!"

I watched him get his feet on the ground and his broad back on me. " My hair is also one of my weakness and strength. It tells out my emotions sometimes and my Illness. It's naturally dark so whenever it changes color, it means I'm... It means my health is failing " He turn to me gently and set his jaw. " Blood, red liquid is my weakness. Your blood if it touches my skin would burns me but won't kill me. Maynard is the only one who could ... Who has the ability to end my life and render me paralyze forever. His own blood if it gets to my veins, combined with my silver could ruin me forever. That's the only thing, the only way to get me to my knees. My brother's blood "

I can’t see the energy, but it’s there…and it infected Evander. The banshee screams again, but Evander doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t react at all. Slowly, he gets to his feet. “Can you hear me?” I ask, heart racing. Binx snaps the neck of the scrapper he’s fighting and comes over, getting a read on Evander’s energy. Evander looks Binx up and charges at me. Binx knocks him to the ground and Evander jumps up, holding out his hands to cast a curse on me.

"You have spent ten thousand years consuming yourselves because you lacked the earth to ground your heat. My blood is not a tribute to your power; it is a medicine for your burnout." Cinder stepped forward, her obsidian tipped spear lowered but her amber eyes filled with a desperate and predatory hunger. She held out a small, sun-fired clay bowl. Maya pulled a small silver-edged blade from her belt and made a tiny, precise incision on the palm of her hand. As the single drop of Silver Crest blood hit the bottom of the bowl, the reaction was not violent. It did not explode into flame.

I’m not one to judge other people’s culture, but this is strange. “Get on the couch, Caroline,” she urges gently, and I do just that. I lay on the couch, belly exposed and looked straight at the ceiling. Salvatore stays close. One of the … nurses takes a drop of my blood. I watch as she takes a drop of Seb’s blood, too, and hands it to Belle, who prays again. Curiously, I watch as our merged blood in the vial starts to turn amber. My heart races because the blood seems to be moving.

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.

What had changed? On the podium, Bran was now stumbling into things. He had already pushed down the raised platform where he was supposed to take his oath and everyone had gone into a frenzy. It took about four omegas to hold Bran down as he struggled to free himself from their grip. "Exactly how much wolfsbane powder did that omega put in his juice?" I leaned over to Alan and asked. "Just a teaspoon." He was still laughing. "I'm surprised it's having this much effect. He was supposed to get a little bit tipsy, but this is even better."

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.