Blood C Novels & Stories

"Don't just wipe it, girl. Pack it into the track of the wound. Use your fingers. You have to find the source of the arterial bleed and apply direct pressure. Elara, hold his legs up. Keep whatever blood he has left in his torso." I grabbed Dante’s boots, my hands sliding against the leather because they were already slick with his blood. I lifted his legs, propping them against my chest, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I couldn't stop looking at his face. He was so pale. The tan of his skin had faded into a sickly, translucent gray, and his lips were turning a faint, terrifying shade of blue. "I'm pressing! I'm pressing, but it's not stopping!" Sophia cried, her chest heaving as

Chapter 20: Bloodline and Bypass "Stop," Thalen hissed, his hand shooting out to lock around Zeyric’s wrist with a grip so tight the bones clicked together in the freezing gloom of Malakor’s antechamber. "Do you feel that? The threshold ward isn’t just keyed to faculty mana signatures. It’s a literal blood-gate. It reads lineage."

A body tumbled out of the iron catwalk thirty feet up, crashing through a glass display case with a thunderous crunch. ​Jarrah reeled back into the shadow of the pillar, his left arm hanging limp, blood pouring down his hand and dripping off his knuckles onto the wet floor. ​"You took a hit!" I grabbed his chest vest, trying to pull him down to check the wound. "Jarrah, sit down!" ​"It passed through," he panted, his face deathly pale, his eyes wide and burning with a terrifying, raw adrenaline. The sleeve of his coat was soaked in crimson, the blood warm where it spilled over my hands. "Didn't touch the artery. We keep moving."

I replied with bated breath. She opened the lid of the bottle and poured the red liquid over her left hand. Then she brought the red liquid directly in front of me. "Look, Damelza. Blood is part of our body. Blood functioning; Supplies oxygen to the cells and tissues of the body. Provides essential nutrients to the body's cells such as amino acids, fatty acids, and glucose. Fights and kills waste materials or compounds present in the body such as carbon dioxide, urea, and lactic acid,” she told me.

explained the doctor later. James took a deep breath after hearing this, "My blood type is B+ so can't the transfusion be done at all? Not even a little?" "You can't, it's too bad," the doctor said after that. "But, what if we still don't get a blood donor with the group you described earlier?" asked James at once. For some reason this time he felt a little sorry for the violent man who was in need of a blood type, and it was very rare.

Natasha gritted her teeth in anger. Beatrice adjusted her sitting posture, "But is the situation that serious? The news described the illness as a mere seizure, how come it's so dire now?" Natasha could feel a headache coming on, "Yes it was a serious seizure but what worsened the patient's illness is different. He needs steady blood transfusion too but his blood type isn't available anywhere in the country or out. He has a blood type so rare that it's called golden blood. Only fifty people are known to possess it in the whole world!"

I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" "The blood," he said as he pulled out a vial of AB. The black ink on the vial read Rh-negative, and I felt myself salivate at the look of it. "This blood type is very rare in human society. It's also delicious for us, well, not as tasty as yours. More importantly, it's from a healthy and energetic human donor. You would love it once you tried."

Karen wipe her face despondently and amble inside,she face the door and utter come in,Castus went in hurriedly and drag Adir up by the collar "Do you have another room? except for the ones in this house?" " The backyard"Karen sit beside susan body " Can I touch her" "No,move away from the body Karen,meters away"He vanished and appear in front of a small house,he look around to see if anyone was watching and open the door. "My leg" Adir moan in trance,Castus drop him gently on the bed and close the door not minding the dim room,he tore off the clothes on Adir and gulp,the man skins are swollen with his veins almost popping out,he threw Adir over making him hang at the edge of the bed,blue blo

“I'd give anything to have a father like that.” “Yeah,” she murmured. “I really am.” “Bella, come here,” said Victor. It was a command, not an invitation. “What's that?” she asked, eying the box warily. “It's a supply of blood since human donors aren't practical right now,” he said, lifting the top of the cooler to reveal six one-pint bags filled with dark red liquid. Now she understood what the confusing mixture of scents had been. Blood behaved a lot like food to vampires. When it was hot and fresh, coursing through the vein, its scent was easy to distinguish. When it was chilled or frozen, the scent lingered but wasn't overpowering.

As soon as the car arrived at the hospital gate, I put money into the driver's hand, opened the car door, and ran inside. “Caily.” “Bella.” Caily's face was still wet with tears. Her voice was weak. Before I had time to ask about Richard's condition, the nurse quickly pulled my hand into the room when she knew I was the one who would donate blood for him. He has blood type O and so do I. I am very afraid of needles, but right now I am not afraid anymore, I just hope the nurse will quickly draw my blood so that he can complete the surgery.