Blood Debts Novels & Stories

Machines beeped erratically. "He’s crashing!" a doctor shouted as blood pressure numbers plummeted. Another slammed open a cooler, panic tightening his voice. "We’re out! That’s the last unit! He’s still bleeding internally..." Marcus grabbed the doctor by the collar. "What do you mean by out? Get more!" The doctor’s hands shook nervously. "We can’t! He has Rh- null, it's golden blood! We don’t have a single compatible donor in this facility!" Marcus's jaw clenched, his chest rising sharply as he watched the monitors dip lower and lower. A doctor slammed a hand on the table. "If we don’t transfuse within two minutes, his heart won’t have enough volume to circulate!"

“Then give it to him. Why are you standing here talking to me? Don't you buy blood for these situations? We even have a reserve, if I remember correctly. Use the supply!” “We tried,” Vance says, his voice dropping an octave. “But Odin’s blood is… extraordinary. He has a rare sub-type—a Rh-null variant. It’s what we call ‘Golden Blood.’ The universal O-Negative supply would cause a fatal hemolytic reaction. He can only receive blood from someone with the exact same rare markers.” I freeze, the room suddenly feeling five degrees colder. “We attempted to pull from the Thorne Family Reserve—the units stored for your sons and your late husband. But the cross-match was a disaster. Not only did the

“ Enrique let out a dry, hacking laugh that turned into a cough. He looked at Malcolm with genuine, heartbreaking pity. “Logic? You think you can negotiate with a soul-stitch, Malcolm? You’re so much like your father it's pathetic. He thought he could pay off his sins with silver and lies, too.“ He leaned closer, his eyes suddenly turning a flat, dead matte black. “You can't 'repay' a life that was never lived. There is no logical way out of a blood debt. The only currency that matters now is the heartbeat inside your wife... and it’s already starting to beat in sync with mine.“

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

I cried. “What did she do?” Her mum asks. “The psycho dare which then gives you the psycho curse.” I explains. “Don’t tell me it’s to do with that stupid urban legend?” She begged. “Yes... it is.” I reply. Callie’s mum continues to cry whilst cradling her daughters unconscious, bloody body. I have never felt so guilty in my entire life. Suddenly I hear police sirens and an ambulance. I quickly run out of the bedroom and downstairs. Of course my dad was called.

I fucking have enough of her act! “I do NOT fucking owe you a cent!” I clench my teeth, feeling a flame burning fiercely in my chest, “All these years I donated blood for you because ‘that’s what family do’, if anything, YOU owe ME! The bully and the bone marrow aside, just the blood I have given your daughter over these years, counting by a low average of ten times a year, it mounts to TWO fucking hundred times! That’s 80000cc blood that you can’t buy easily with money, not to mention all the times my blood pulled her back from death! So stop telling me that I owe a stupid fucking debt, and just fucking let me go!” “You would have died if I didn’t take you back,” Jack Fuller’s cold, calm vo

I tell him, I felt something painfully growing on my teeth, fangs, I have fangs. "I rush to the hospital to get some blood bag for, sounds cool?" He asked and I nod with a smile. I turned around as he walks out. My mind flew back to what that driver in the cab said before. 'reloj su Atrás,o karma será cause Que gran daño con el maldición de sangre' {Watch your back, or karma will cause you great harm with the curse of blood }

"Whatever bargain her grandmother made, Sera didn't agree to it. You can't hold her responsible for—" "Blood debts pass down," Morrigan interrupted. "That's the nature of such bargains. Elara knew this. She accepted it. And now—" She spread her hands wide. "—the debt comes due." Through my Truthsight, I could see the magic binding her words. Golden threads connecting her to me, to my bloodline, to promises made three hundred years ago. The bargain was real. Enforceable. "What if I refuse?" I asked. The temperature dropped. The twisted creatures behind Morrigan moved closer, their forms becoming clearer—and more horrifying. I saw fangs and claws and things that

She really did not want him to die! Even if she hated him, she still could not let go of him! The nurse rushed back in a hurry and told her, “He has type B blood. There isn’t enough blood in the blood bank. Do any of you have type B blood? He needs a blood donation!” “I… I don’t have type B blood,” Scarlet said instinctively. Sharon shook her head too. “I don’t either.” Riley’s expression darkened. “I have type B blood. Take my blood,” she said without a moment of hesitation.

Dad asked. "We have removed a bullet. It didn't damage any vital organs. But he has lost so much blood and he needs a blood transfusion. We only have a limited amount of B (-) blood in our blood bank. It's a rare blood group and we recently treated an accident patient who had same blood group. Do any of you have same blood group? Or any of you are related to him biologically?" Doctor asked us. I sat down on the chair feeling my head spin after what doctor told us.