Blood C Novels & Stories

“Yes, mater. I will serve ye until my last breath.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled my thoughts away from Jones’ past. I only knew this because I’d gone through the history books kept in the cellar, stumbling upon a journal from the time of Grace Bloodsworth. Her tone had sounded regretful as I brushed my hand over the dark red-ink, my eyes eating up the sorrowful words. I knew without a doubt that she had use her own blood to write it.

Alina walks towards me and threw something on the floor, I look at it and it was a bag of blood, I latch on to it like I haven't eaten in years UNKNOWN Aria drinks the whole bag of blood, we couldn't believe what we were seeing in front of us, Aria is a vampire? That's impossible, how. "W-what's going on, w-why is she......" I questions. "This is impossible, right?" I asked Alina who only watches her carefully. "You should be asking yourself that question. I want you to remember something of that day, how many hours away when you fed her your blood before she was killed?" She asked then I realized what she's saying.

Felix didn't waste time on pleasantries and immediately approached the gathered bodies. After examining them for over ten minutes, Felix walked back to Xena. "It doesn't appear to be the work of Necrobound, but I can't rule it out entirely. All these people are missing their lifeblood." Lifeblood—also known as vital essence—was the deep red blood that flowed directly from the heart's main artery. In traditional medicine, it was considered the essence of life, derived from the transformation of nutrients by the spleen and stomach, and crucial to a person's health.

He said, his voice was trembling. I was getting tired. So tired. I closed my eyes finally. Everything faded and went black. After what felt like a few minutes, I heard voices again. But it was distant and muffled. Like they were coming from under the water. "...blood loss was severe..." "...lucky the blade missed the major artery..." "...another centimeter and she would be dead..." I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. Then I managed to open it a little wider. All I could see was white. Everything was in white, the ceiling, the lights.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

Depending on the blood type they feed on and how rich the hormones were at the time of their hatching, Vampire moths will turn into miraculous cures for blood-related illnesses like blood cancer, HIV, autoimmune blood disorders, and bleeding disorders in a broader umbrella. Type A blood can cure blood cancer but not all kinds. The most common type of blood cancer it could cure is leukaemia. B blood types can cure HIV and AIDS but not those in late stages. AB blood types can cure the rarer autoimmune blood diseases, but Wanda wasn’t too sure about the success rate fo

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

"Benson... What is this virus made of?" Benson did not answer. He turned his head away. "Tell me!" June screamed. She pulled at the cuffs hard her wrists began to bleed. "It is not a computer code is it?" June whispered. "I am a student. I know that color. That is not a chemical or a medicine." She looked at the needle again. The liquid smoke inside was a part of the gold blood.

The one Noah showed me was rather unusually named "The God of Blood Bats". I looked at it again carefully and found a brief record of one thing on it. A hundred years ago, a nobleman of the Blood Race had discovered that there still existed a race of Blood Bats that almost no one knew about, the Blood Bats. Unlike other blood races, although blood bats suck blood, after sucking blood, their whole body will turn blood red. Sucking blood from the Blood Bats before draining them and using it on other Bloods will cause them to lose control and go berserk.

“Stay here,” he said. “Not a chance.” He didn’t argue. There wasn’t time. The front doors stood ajar, light spilling out onto the steps in a way that made my stomach drop. My father never left doors open. Not once, not in twenty-six years. We found Marco first — my father’s head of security, slumped against the wall of the foyer, blood soaking through his shirt from a wound in his shoulder. Alive, but barely, his breath coming in shallow, wet gasps.