Blood Clot Isaac Novels & Stories

“What the fu…!” Isaac growled, grabbing the damn furry thing and trying to pull the claws away from his face before the cat could do more than scratch him “Son of a…” Finally, with one last tug that dragged one of the cat's claws across his temple and nearly drew a little blood, Isaac managed to pull the cat away, only to find himself face to face with the same four-legged bastard they had encountered on the road so long ago.

He just stood there, jaw tight, face unreadable. And that was all it took. James dropped the crutch to his side, drew back, and swung. His fist landed clean against Isaac’s jaw with a sickening thud. Isaac stumbled back, catching himself against the car door. People nearby turned. Someone shouted. I didn’t move.

Isaac calls to us. I hook my leg around Luca's hip and twist my body slightly, hoping to give Luca a different angle. Even I have trouble undoing my bras with only one hand, but I'm a little surprised that Luca, of all people, is having issues. He has another go at the clasp, and when once again he can't undo it, he pulls his mouth away from mine, cursing. "What's the issue?" Isaac says. Luca lowers me fully to the ground again and sits up. He rubs both hands roughly across his face, smearing the coat of "apocalypse dust."

"Humans! I adore your front! You amuse me and feed me in more ways than one!" "Why do you want all this stuff anyway?" Isaac clutched his cheek to stem the bleeding, his blood running cold as he felt the flaps of skin. "At least tell me that!" Babi tapped his tongue, dotting it with the gore, allowing it to trickle down his throat. He hummed a monotone tune, only enhancing the feeling of doom around them.

Clark shouted, standing up immediately. His heart dropped. “I’m on my way!” he said and ended the call. He didn’t care about the meeting anymore. He drove like a mad man. When he got to the hospital, Isabella was already rushed into the emergency room. Her clothes were soaked with blood. Clark felt his legs go weak. “No… no… no…” he whispered. He paced the hallway like a wounded animal. His hands trembled. His chest hurt. That baby… That baby was his future.

The next few seconds destroyed me permanently. Isaac reached beside his desk calmly. Too calmly. My brain didn’t even process what he was holding at first. Then I saw the box cutter. And panic exploded through me. “No.” My voice cracked violently through the silent hospital room. “Isaac, stop.” As if he could hear me. As if somehow I could still reach through the screen and save him. He looked into the camera one last time. Still crying. Still heartbroken. Still loving me. Then he dragged the blade across his wrist.

When the security guard saw me, he quickly said, "Please talk some sense into him. He's been in a car accident, and he has lost a lot of blood. "We keep trying to convince him to go to the hospital, but he refuses to leave. If this continues, he could very well die from blood loss." I nodded back at the security guard and entered the room. I immediately saw Isaac sitting there. His face was pale and covered in sweat. It looked like he was in a lot of pain. His eyes lit up when he saw me. Smiling, he said eagerly, "You finally agreed to see me, Vicky! Can you come home with me, please?"

issac awes "So thats how you were able to heal Isaac?" Jermaine says "Yes and you too" i tell him "My blood is the reason Evans had kidnapped me, he ran tests on me and used my blood as a healing source whenever he and Nora were injured. They use to sell my blood at first but then they started teaching me to make medicine and stuff and i used my blood to make medicines for them to sell then they'd have me make dangerous poisons and use my blood as the antidote."

Clara sat in her room waiting for her boss to call her, and she heard someone knocking on the door, and she stood up and walked to the doorstep, and opened the door, “ma'am, the breakfast is ready” Isaac says, “Okay, I will join you soon,” Clara says, “and, please, where is my boss?“ she asked, “he is at the dining table waiting for you” Isaac retorted,

His blade flashes under the dull light, and before Isaac can even lift a hand to defend himself, it sinks into his gut. Isaac chokes, eyes wide, body jerking. Pete doesn’t stop. He yanks the blade out and slams it in again. And again. Over and over like Isaac’s not a man, not someone he once trusted, just some thing he needs to erase. Blood spills out fast, pooling around Isaac’s feet. His knees buckle, and he drops. Still breathing, barely. One second Isaac’s still breathing, still standing there with that desperate look in his eyes, and the next he’s not.