Blood C Death Novels & Stories

It's fucking sinister that freaked me out! Later on, I found myself inside a military vehicle. The current situation made my eyes lose their color. It turned into a void as my beats ironically became a dead beat. Lifeless, even. I stared at these soldiers blankly. I am not dumb not to condemn those people they're shooting. But unfortunately, the qualm inside my head will remain hanging. What makes those people became...undead?

Jade looked at Luke's lifeless body and said, expressionless, "Yes! And I'm not worried about you telling anyone. After all, you were the ones who killed him, right?" These paramedics' faces were filled with sorrow, and looking at Luke's pale face, they felt like murderers. One of the paramedics removed the drip needle from Luke's ankle. Another doctor collected several bags of plasma and falsified the plasma storage records. The leading paramedics stated the cause of death in the form. [The patient died from rapid blood loss for unknown reasons.] Jade coerced those people as soon as she entered the car. Jade stroked Luke's cheek and said, "Bleeding out is the best way to die. Before you die

I take the page. I read it standing, the way I have read every document she has handed me since the kitchen eleven days ago, with my whole body still and my eyes on the paper and my brother's gold watch heavy on my wrist. The handwriting is hers: precise, economical, the letters small and even. The header is bureaucratic, the kind of header you find on a hundred documents in a hundred archives, and it lists an authorization code, a Palermo operation, and a target. The target's surname is Armenise. Beneath the header, in the same careful bureaucratic hand that fills a dozen pages of the ledger, is a signature line. The signature is not a name. It is a code. A string of numerals and a single i

"Good. Then let's talk about how much blood you took from my daughter." Sharon's eyes darted away. "I was just following procedure. She volunteered to donate herself." A knock suddenly came from the door. A doctor walked in holding a file. He glanced at Sharon before turning to everyone else in the room. "The coroner's report is out. "The deceased, Briana Hayes, had already begun showing signs of multi-organ failure after one hundred milliliters of blood had been drawn, which ultimately caused her death. After that, another four hundred milliliters were taken, bringing the total to five hundred milliliters.

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He stuttered before blood started streaming down his nose, followed by what felt like a cough accompanied by lots of blood. I stood up abruptly from my seat, squeezing my face in disgust. I shifted because I didn’t want his blood to touch me. Brian rushed over to him to see if he could do anything to help him medically but before he’d be done checking his pulse, he was dead. “What the fuck!?” Brian exclaimed, “I have never seen anything like this before in my entire life.” He stated, shocked at the unexplainable sight before us. I ruffled my hair in frustration as I paced back and forth.

The man who had stood by my side for over a decade, who had been my right hand in everything. Gone. “Are you certain there were no signs of foul play?” I asked the coroner for what must have been the tenth time. “No marks, no evidence of a struggle?” The coroner sighed, clearly tired of my questions. “As I’ve told you, Alpha Elijah, the autopsy was conclusive. He suffered a massive cerebral hemorrhage—a burst blood vessel in his brain. It’s rare in someone his age and with his overall health, but not unheard of. Sometimes these things just… happen.”

Lowe is the one who asks the doctor since Maddox can’t seem to restrain his anger and is about to launch a punch at the doctor. The doctor went on to say. “Your father has died due to exsanguination, it indicates that he suffered a significant loss of blood that was essentially fatal. That’s a bit late for him when you were all able to bring him in.” Maddox couldn't take it anymore and rushed the doctor with a punch.

Robert grins, darkly amused. “Do you think people try to kill themselves to get out of a blood debt? Or try to stop their heart?” I watch him take a sip from his drink, and he murmurs, “I wouldn’t say it’s a smart decision, but maybe. Fewer and fewer cases have been registered of blood debts over the last few decades. But trying to stop your heart would be a dangerous thing to do.” My voice is soft. “One must be desperate to escape that bond then.”

Is she already asleep? Before I could even knock again, the door had opened slightly. I thought the old lady opened it for us. When I pushed the door forward, my heart jumped instantly on what I've seen. The old lady is dead! It's nails have signs of blood on it and her skin have scratches all over. It seems like she had been infected by the plague and did not manage to take the pain well and just passed away. I immediately look for a long cloth to cover her body and let the family in. I chanted some prayers on her body and of course, asked permission on her soul to let us stay in her house.