Blood C Novels & Stories

the doctor explained. "Take my blood, Doc. My blood type is B, the same as my son's," Cakra said with trembling hands. His previously calm and cold demeanor crumbled instantly upon hearing about his only son's condition, realizing that his pride and joy needed his blood to survive. "But Dad, Papa has a history of heart disease," Amanda interrupted in a panic. She didn't want anything to happen to her husband either. "Let me do it, Doc. Fortunately, my blood type is B," Nadine approached the doctor.

𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. TBC

The breeze rustled softly, bringing the aroma of moist soil and pine, the woods teeming with life in the darkness. However, the most burdensome thing in the air was the heaviness of Nikolai's words - cold and irreversible. Amora experienced them sinking heavily in her chest. Blood is the circulating fluid in our bodies. The ultimate cost, crucial for their forbidden partnership with the vampires, would require more than just a injury. Now, her life force, which was her blood, became the key to staying alive.

"Excuse me, are you the one accompanying the patient?" "Yes, doctor." I nodded and listened closely. "Listen, sir, the patient is stable; we've removed the bullet, but we need to transfuse blood into your wife. She's lost a lot of blood and she's anemic. I'm afraid this could cause problems for her system if not addressed promptly." "What blood type is needed, doctor?" "Blood type A." I bit my lip at that moment; it's difficult to find that type of blood, as I'm blood type B. I briefly thought about where to find a donor. "Okay, doctor, I’ll find a donor for her."

He stepped back instantly. “You and I both know I won’t give you my blood Caesar, nothing you can tell me is worth the price.” I said and even though I badly wanted to know the Vampire’s identity, I turned for the door, ready to leave without the information. Caesar sighed heavily behind me. “Fine. Give me the Beta’s blood instead.” I paused and glanced at Duke who shrugged. “If my Alpha wills it, I’ll give the bloodsucker a taste.” I glanced at Caesar who was staring at us intently then glanced back to Duke.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

And yet, somehow, I was given the hardest task of all. Picking up the tray, which was heavier than all the rest since it was full of pitcher of heavy blood, I made for the door. The Pack clinic always kept a well-stocked blood bank, both in case a wolf needed a transfusion and for whenever important Vampires come calling. Since Werewolves heal so quickly, it doesn't take much to restock it with donations. I helped Rosie a few times doing blood drives during the long years of the war.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, casually wiping away all that had happened between us. The impact was terrifyingly potent. I felt a lump in my chest, and I doubled over, coughing so hard it felt like my heart was ripping apart. When I finally caught my breath, I looked at my hand, covered in fresh blood. Keith saw it too. His expression darkened, and he was at my side in an instant, his voice deep with concern. "What's going on?"

Dad recovered and was resting peacefully. When Miriam called him, Doctor Sawyer immediately came to Quantico. Both doctors were comparing theories about the transfer of power through the transfusion. We were all seated in the living room, speculating. “Blood is primarily made of red blood cells and plasma. A red blood cell’s life span is about one hundred and twenty days. By then, new blood would replace the old.” “What if witch blood has different properties? It sings.” “We’ll have to see. He was exhausted after a few spells, which is typical.”

Her face was grim, every twitch of Serena’s body making her flinch as if their fates were bound together. Something wasn’t right. The more I looked, the more alike the two of them appeared. A horrible thought struck me. The footage rolled on. Serena now gripped a baseball bat, swinging down viciously across Lila’s back. Lila just stood there motionless like a wooden doll. My heart split open. I rushed forward and tore Lila’s shirt away. Her back bore a livid, bloody welt, the skin split and raw. I checked her arms and her ribs. There was layer after layer of injuries, old scars over fresh wounds.