Blood Debts Novels & Stories

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.

He picked it up and put it on speaker. "What's up?" "We cleaned up," Julian said. There was a moment of silence and then, "How is the kid?" Marcus sighed. "Bad. He lost most of his blood." "I saw your message," Julian said. "AB negative is quite rare to find, even with your influence." Marcus nodded and then remembered Julian could not see him, so he said, "Yeah." "You should speak to your father. Having two debts is bad for the family." Julian said. "You should talk to your father."

I asked, my voice unsteady. The doctor let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, he’s lost a lot of blood.” My eyes widened as I clenched my fist. “Is he okay?” I muttered. “He’s stable for now, but I can’t predict what will happen later. He needs blood,” the doctor continued. I wiped my tears. “What type of blood?” I asked. “We need O-negative. It’s not in our blood bank and this blood is very rare,” he responded. “I’m O-negative,” I replied. “Give him my blood.”

Nate built another building without windows, with only two doors on the ground floor and another to the rooftop, designed for the vampire clan. One of the new business deals Bastien signed up for was the River Bed Blood Bank. We compensate humans who donate their blood and distribute blood bags to human hospitals in neighboring packs at a fixed discounted rate. In return, we get to buy the blood near the end of its shelf life at half the price. Some hospitals in other packs are even willing to give them for free just to get rid of the expiring blood bags, but we refused to be freeloaders. If they insist, we will at least pay a quarter of its original cost, but we still pay. We don’t earn fro