Blood C Death Novels & Stories

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

We don’t have that in the blood bank. Silence filled the operating room. The R-null blood type was exceptionally rare Very few hospitals stored it, let alone an infirmary on a military base. Jamison’s bloodshot eyes widened with shock, fists clenched tight. ‘How... could this be?’ Callie’s blood pressure kept plummeting, the monitor beeping urgently. Jamison, unable to accept Callie’s fate, stumbled out of the operating theatre. He couldn’t bear to stand there and watch her die. Dwight was waiting right outside. ‘How is she?’

Just before you die, your entire life appears to be playing out in front of you, and it is inevitable. Alita was dying slowly as the doctors and nurses were trying all they could to help her stay alive, but nothing seemed to be working and her condition was only worsening. The bullet tore through the skin of her neck and slightly her jugular vein, causing her so much bleeding. She lost a lot of blood, and it was affecting both her brain and her heart.

“Beatrice, Mom and Dad have set up a rare blood type registry for you. You'll have plenty of donors from now on. Just focus on getting better. We’ve still got our wedding next month…” But Beatrice cut him off, her tone impatient. “Why don’t we just keep taking Alice’s blood? It’s so convenient. What, are all of you feeling sorry for her now?” The room went deathly silent. Ronald froze for a moment, his voice turning cold. “Alice’s dead. She bled out on the operating table. We can’t feel sorry for her even if we wanted to.”

Hence, many eccentrics came forth to challenge the virus. Unfortunately, these arrogant people all fell to the three glasses of Bloody Mary after the night. "I've never seen this guy before. He looks very unfamiliar! I guess he's a junior who stood out on impulse!" “That’s most likely the case. But sadly, he is absolutely dead tonight. Relying on his own hot blood to stand out, he is simply looking to die!” "That's right. Many extraordinary people have died to these three cups of Bloody Mary, let alone a nobody like him!"

“Complicαtions were αlreαdy severe‚ αnd then they drew even more blood to sαve the pαtient in Operαting Room Two.” My fingers curled slowly. “Operαting Room One pαtient‚” the second nurse continued‚ reαding αloud during hαndover‚ “Celeste. Femαle. Twenty-five. Rαre blood type. Cαuse of deαth: mαssive hemorrhαging during difficult childbirth.” The world tilted. “Whαt… did you sαy?” I αsked hoαrsely‚ stepping forwαrd before I even reαlized I wαs moving.

Or rather, he didn't move. Everything was normal in the gray gown, but a stream of blood suddenly flowed out from his abdomen, dyeing a large part of his clothes red and slowly dripping down along the clothes. Bang... This time, he finally moved. However, his body hit the ground hard and stiffly. "He... he's dead," someone said in panic. But what was more frightening was his way of death and process. It was as if nothing had happened just now, but in the blink of an eye, his blood suddenly flowed like water, and then he died!

The note had once been pristine—perhaps just a scribbled warning or plea—yet now it looked like a fragment of a nightmare. I hesitated, then carefully peeled the note from the cold, sticky flesh of his patient. The skin was necrotic in patches, and the paper clung as if it were a part of him—tightly bonded. With a wet, sucking sound, he peeled it away, tiny shreds of decay peeling off with it. The message was brutally simple: “DROP DEAD.”

As it had been some time since I died, some parts of my body were left only with bones, which looked very scary. The moment Nicole saw my face, her body could not help but tremble wildly. She pressed the pause button and stared at the screen. She then said confusedly, "How could this have happened? We were only drawing his blood. How could he die? "Don't humans have the ability to regenerate blood? He's already received new bone marrow, and his disease is cured..." The doctor beside Nicole was speechless when he heard that. "Ms. White, the blood in our body is limited. If too much blood is drawn over a short period, it will indeed cause excessive blood loss and death. Furthermore, Mr. Hawkin

For the first time in 2026, I felt alive. We reached the basement—the morgue. It was the only way out that Silas hadn't blocked yet. The air was freezing, smelling of chemicals and silence. "My car is in the ambulance bay," Julian wheezed, his face damp with sweat. We ran past the silver drawers of the dead. But as we reached the exit, Julian stopped. He looked at a body lying on a gurney, covered in a white sheet. A hand was sticking out from under the cloth—a hand wearing a gold wedding ring.