Blood C Death Novels & Stories

The sharp smell of disinfectant hit my nose, and that was when my consciousness finally started to come back. The first thing I saw was my dad's face, so icy it seemed to freeze the room. "You're awake?" He did not even look up. His fingers kept tapping away at a calculator, the buttons clicking nonstop. "The doctor said it's just low blood sugar and malnutrition. Nothing serious. "Hospital fee, 300. Tests, 180. Medicine, 120. Chester, I'll cover this for you for now."

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

Milo perched beneath it, licking the sticky fingertips eagerly. The dog sat in a puddle of blood— the amount of which told me that I didn’t have to call an ambulance for my wife. My business required that I knew how much blood a human body could lose before I needed to take countermeasures to prevent a premature death— before all the necessary information was extracted from the person. Serena was gone.

"Don't tell me he's dead!" The manager could only tremble in fright. "M-Mr. Dawson, I'm speaking the truth here! Mr. Campbell really is dead! Last night, his car ran off the overpass on the east side of the city. The car was destroyed, and he died in the accident. The forensic doctor has determined Mr. Campbell to have been drunk-driving prior to the accident." Michael felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His complexion was drained of all color at that moment. Even Jordan was so shocked that he could barely utter a word.

Brawen suffers when someone wants to drink Small's blood, it proves that someone who drinks small blood will have something happen, but perhaps death will cause Brawen to suffer like that. Brawen knew that he was a very powerful Vampire but still refused to let him drink, proving that she proved that the pure bloodline also died from her blood. From what he knows about Brawen's body and currently shows, it could only be Juventus Glacie. Why can Brawen's blood kill vampires, but if it can kill vampires, it can certainly kill other species. Let's see, simplify the problem a bit. Why do most people who drink pure blood die? That's because pure blood is too noble.

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

"Deal. The name of the organization after you is known as Core. They hunt and kill demons and capture the ones they deem useful. Their main objective is to put themselves on the top of the world organization center, or the WOC. They see you as a prize. You, the only one to survive birth into the half demon half human stage. Many previous to you died as soon as they were born. Their human half too weak to hold the demon half bay. Many are just born as humans, and no matter what experiments we have done they won't change. Even blood transfusion doesn't work. But they also see you as an abomination to both races. They learned of your existence by chance. They simply saw you protecting your comp

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

Hagan went with the paramedics and had Carl in the hybrid room. Ethan and Sabrina were both covered in blood, and seemingly the mighty Sabrina had fallen from the sky and lost her composure. Ethan held her trembling hand and gave her a sympathetic look in. "He'll be fine," Ethan whispered. Dr. Hagan transferred Carl's body to another stretcher and directly pushed him to the operating room. Nurses came in and out, and blood was all over their protective gear until they needed blood for Carl. "We need B- blood for Carl, we've checked other blood banks, and they don't have it available. Do you know anyone who can donate?" The nurse asked.