Blood-c Saya Kisaragi Novels & Stories

Pain coursed through her scalp as she shouted, "AHHHHHHH!" "This kid?! This mere child as the Conqueror of the Dead?! You must be kidding me!" He shouted as if talking to someone she couldn't see. She was about to reach his hand but was shocked when pain coursed through her back as she was thrown to the ground. Saiya coughed blood. "You'll just be eaten by this power, child. You won't last long." he hissed before Saiya lost her consciousness once again. The moment she woke up, she found herself lying down beneath the bright blue sky. When she tried to move, she felt pain all over her body, specifically near her chest. It's so hard to breathe that she felt crying just by taking in some air.

A sense of proudness radiated from his skin. Seeing the confusion cross her face he patiently waited until she spoke to him. "I'm Takeyasu Sagara. You got sick on me and I took care if you." He watched as she tried to put two and two together. He noticed something was wrong and when he heard the truth understanding and sadness battled within him. She was in love with victor and he was in love with her but she didn't recognize him and was in pain from the knowledge she could never tell her feelings to him. Something in him broke.

Megumi finalized. “No argument there” Sachi said going to her table and sitting down, taking a bottle of whiskey and took a big chug. “I am going to kill that bastard one day. He blew up my supply!” “On the bright side only a small part of it”. “It still doesn’t matter! He closed off on my deal with Victor”. “A little payback is in order then?” Karou asked. “Yes” Megumi said taking a deep breath. “Make them bleed, and bring back a souvenir” she said smiling darkly.

It was in Yuri’s blood. She was born into a family that had served as assassins in Hati for generations after all. She carries the name of Kirisawa. Even if she had never wanted to be an assassin, the stigma will still be there to those who actually knew what the Kirisawa name had actually represented in the underworld.

Harris in the diagnostic room, demanding the precise chemical classification of the blood. “The canister contains RH-negative Type O blood,” the healer stated, adjusting his lenses. “This specific lineage marker operates as a universal donor across the entire RH-negative spectrum.” My ears stopped registering the technical explanations that followed. The runes had crystallized in my mind. Helena Moreau’s blood classification matched the healer's description with absolute precision. Could my broken sister have surrendered her vital life force to anchor my boy's core? With a dark shadow crossing my features, I pulled my transceiver from my tunic and punched the frequency for Daniel's terminal.

Tsukiko placed three bowls across a round table. One held seawater. One held black sand. The third was empty. "Blood," she said. Daigo dropped from the ladder. "You might ask first." "I did." "No, you named a substance." Tsukiko held out a silver knife. He looked at me. "She has not improved." I took the knife. Raiken caught my wrist. "Why hers?" "Because the name was cut from her blood." His eyes shifted toward Tsukiko. "Use mine."

Zorya began pacing around, her panic clearly written on her face, “anything yet?” “with you trying to give me a migraine? Yeah sure” Sarcasm dripped from her voice. “This” she exclaimed. Zorya quickly approached her, “what did you find?” “I'm not sure of it, but let's hope it works, Blood or core of a kin” she pointed at a page. Both eyes snapped towards a passed out Nica, laying at the corner. They instantly came to a tactical understanding, using a knife and bowl Zareal drew blood from Nica, Zorya propped Rafael up, and working together they fed the blood to Rafael, his body glowed.

Crow sighs and Ash nods, “So, they’re using the bloodbagged vampires in leu of willing sacrifices.” Serena and Crow look at each other, like it hadn’t occurred to them. “But they aren’t willing, or at least can’t give consent anymore, so would it still work?” Crow shrugs and shakes his head, Serena worries at her bottom lip looking back at the pictures and the sheet of paper with the translation of the scroll, “Is there someone who could help, or some information you need, that we can get hold of somehow?” Serena nods,

“I’m a boy.” A smile twitched my lips, then Tommy began. “I overheard Lucian saying Kai needs blood.” “Yes,” Lucian nodded. “Are you O+?” “No, I’m not,” Tommy said. “Then, why’re you—” “Seraphina’s O+” Kaida gasped, almost dropping Kevin.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.