Blood C Death Novels & Stories

"After I dropped you off at home, I went home and Courtney was coughing up a storm. She was struggling to breathe and looked severely sick. "I took care of her till the next day. When she took a nap, I was cleaning and I found out what was wrong. She had pneumonia..." Damien took a deep breath before he went on. "I went upstairs to find her coughing out blood into a cloth. I asked her about it.

He said. I felt like my heart filled with fear, I could feel it all over my body. “Death…” Peace called and Death looked at her then looked back at me. “If I were you I would go now, you might not see even just his body. I told them to cremate him---” “F*ck you.” I said and ran to the man car. Peace Ellis-Spencer POV “Death…” I called him as I saw the scare in Blood’s face. Death turns to look at me and wink at me and that’s I understand that he is just playing with him. After Death said something after Blood rushed towards his car that made me smile, no matter how he denied It and hid it---he still cares about him.

“It’s not an animal attack, seeker Carter. Look at the veins.” Raven kneeled silently. His movements were supple that of one Mannes, who used to move in dangerous places. He did with the gloved fingers over the neck of the dead. The skin was freezing, but that was not the disturbing. The veins under the skin glowed in a deep, unnatural carmesine red – as if the blood was crystallized in its veins and with an aggressive, foreign frequency. “This is not a normal death,” Raven confirmed, and his deep, rough voice seemed to the

"Ms. Starling, according to end-of-life care regulations, I shouldn't stop you. But if you refuse treatment… You know you probably won't even have 10 days left." "Doctor, my only request is that you prescribe me enough painkillers for 10 days." Elias' hands trembled as he continued scrolling through the footage until he found the day he dragged me into the hospital for the blood transfusion. He watched helplessly as pink-colored blood plasma continuously flowed out of my body. The doctor beside him sighed. "This patient was probably in the late stages of leukemia. Massive red blood cell death can cause the blood color itself to change." She didn't notice that Elias' face had already gone so

one said as the gush of blood splattered out as the bhampir bitten the neck until he was drained to the bone and he can no longer be of color and dropped dead as they all ran 78it was none other than cassandra (about her)

"Tonight. All night if necessary. I'll teach you everything I know about vampire combat." "And I'll teach you how to use the bloodline as a weapon instead of just a burden," Caspian added. His grip on my hand was steady despite the fear I felt through our bond. "We have until tomorrow night. Let's make it count." But as the council chamber slowly emptied, as people scattered to prepare for the challenge, I felt something else through the bloodline. Someone was dying. Someone important. Raven gasped, pressing his hand to his chest. "What?" I asked. "What is it?"

I let out a soft but shocked gasp as the creep laid unconsciously on the floor, with his blood mixing with the water. Is he dead??

I suddenly calmed down, staring at the woman in front of me who treated human life like trash. How blind had I been to ever fall for someone like her? In my previous life, I'd even foolishly agreed to share the blame with Owen, even though I wasn't responsible in the slightest. I wiped the blood off my face and held out my hand. "Look at this. This is that student's blood and flesh. He was 25 years old. He'd already been accepted into a PhD program and had a bright future ahead of him. And you're calling this a 'minor accident'? Who on earth would call this a minor accident?"

I lie there helplessly as I wait for myself to bleed to my death. I never knew that dying could be so hard. That even at the doorstep of death, it still is a gruesome journey to get to that peaceful place. Depending on how well you have made the cuts, bleeding out could take anywhere from a few minutes to half an hour. You would experience an increased heart rate, a clammy feeling, dizziness, and become pale. This will be followed by a shortness of breath, and when your blood pressure drops far enough, you'll lose consciousness and eventually die.

“You shouldn’t have gone through so much trouble. I’m a simple girl, really.” He grins and pours himself a glass of red liquid. The smell of human blood wafts over the table towards me, and I swallow against the bile pushing up in my throat. “Don’t worry,” he says, “no one died. I keep regular donors…humans get in such a tiff over exsanguinated bodies these days.”