Blood C Death Novels & Stories

Blood was running down the front of her once beautiful, light pink ball gown, highlighting the crimson colour before pooling on the floor around her knees. I looked at Beth’s terror-filled eyes and watched as the life drained from them, before she slumped forward on the floor, dead.

He was not just no eating and no sleep weak but a real weak one, like he will collapse often while walking, he often vomits blood and often faint. Everything, Every person has a weakness and that weakness could be the death of them. Alex did all this to save David but what he didn't know was that David will eventually die if isn't alive. True Blood, as much of a beast they are, they still have a weakness and that is staying away from their mate. A true Blood can't survive if they stay away from their mate for too long, and if the mate is dead, they will die eventually. Alex was not showing any signs of life but Grandma and others were not at all going to give up. David would die if Alex didn

Blood, I hate the sight of blood. "Why is ..he bleeding?" My saliva turn sour, the bones of my cheeks shrinking in fear. A cough erupts out of his chest and more blood oozes out. Panic course through my body. My palms quietly slips off his head, and it ands on the floor with a soft thud. Flashes of the scenes from the night dad died rush appears before my eyes.. I watched him lose too much blood, raise an hand in a bid to reach out to me for the last time...I watched him take his last breaths!

"Her death is on my conscience now. I told her I wouldn't let her blood stain my hands… And I did it anyway." "You didn't stab her to death," Bart commented as he felt her neck for a pulse. After ten more minutes of chest compressions, Bart said defeatedly, "I'm sorry, Conor… But she isn't coming back from this. She's lost way too much blood. Her stab wounds are so deep, so he had to hit some major vessels and organs." The depressed expression on Bart's face said it all. "Time of death is nine thirty-eight in the morning from exsanguination." I'm so sorry, Kay. I would have loved so much to get to know you—such a witty and beautiful woman who held such promise for a wonderful tomorrow.

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 said. Dr. Brett shook his head slowly. He moved to the body closest to him and pointed to the face, then to the inside of the forearm where the dark veins ran heaviest. “That’s what I thought initially,” he said. “But look here… and here.” He pointed at the neck, where the skin had pulled slightly tight against the jaw, the tissue underneath visibly sunken. “The discoloration, skin condition, and the way the tissue has contracted… this how it’s when someone drowns.” He paused. “It looks more like they died from severe blood loss. Like something pulled it out of them.”

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

“Will I need to sign a prenup?” “No, our ‘death contract’ as you call it will cover everything and since neither of us will be breaking it until death do us part there is no need to sign a prenub. Should I die you would be my beneficiary as in a normal marriage. Also whatever debts you have, such as school loans, become mine once you sign the papers.” “That isn’t making it any better to give up my romantic life. Men have needs but so do women. What happens when I want to, you know.”

"Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..." His voice broke as he wept, like a kid who'd done something unforgivable. "I deserve to die... I deserve to die..." I sighed. "You don't have to die. Just stay out of my life." *** Back home, Vincent insisted on wiring me a ridiculous amount of money. "This is a breakup fee. If you don't take it, that means you don't agree to break up." I took it. Just like that, I was financially free. ***

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.