Blood Debts Novels & Stories

“Well, aren’t you a lucky bastard? You’re a billionaire with golden blood with a billionaire father, now married to a beautiful woman.” “I’m unlucky lucky. I have a rough childhood, and yes, I have money and a beautiful wife, but if I got shot here and lost a lot of blood, I could die, you know, considering there are fewer than 100 individuals like us. And I’m also prone to hemolytic anemia. So don’t go out advertising you have a friend with a rare blood type.” “Now I know what my next business idea, Kolby?” He grinned darkly. “I’m gonna sell your blood to the highest bidder.”

“You are indebted to Dregen.” She narrowed her eyes and threw his hands off her shoulder, “what do you mean by indebted?’ “He fed you his blood to save your life.” He snorted, “A vampire’s blood cost about a million dollars per vial and you sure took in more than a few vials.” The blood drained from her face and she stumbled back, “I don’t have…I don’t have a million. You are lying.” Logan was saying the truth and when she turned to me, I nodded with a grave expression, my face schooled and giving nothing away.

He kicked Joan out of the pack without a second thought, making sure she paid dearly for what she had done to me. Daniel got tricked into a scheme that left him drowning in debt. Debt collectors got their hands on him, beat him to a pulp, and tossed him to the sharks. After the dust settled, my body was taken to the funeral home I had picked out for myself a while back. That was when Keith learned of my secret battle with a deadly illness. He handled my last rites like he was numb, keeping my phony mother at bay while cremating me himself. He had been through that grim routine once before when Silvia passed, so he knew the drill.

He said, his voice was trembling. I was getting tired. So tired. I closed my eyes finally. Everything faded and went black. After what felt like a few minutes, I heard voices again. But it was distant and muffled. Like they were coming from under the water. "...blood loss was severe..." "...lucky the blade missed the major artery..." "...another centimeter and she would be dead..." I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. Then I managed to open it a little wider. All I could see was white. Everything was in white, the ceiling, the lights.

Rena's life force enveloped her like a wild fire. "Back in the days, I used to think Badbloods are evil" she continued. "Now I realized, it is because we gave them reasons to think of us that we are. The humans hate us and then we hate them in return. Look what all of us got of our hatred towards each other, a world where no one is safe. A broken world"

“I am Laurent Ford, the Alpha King and Jennie’s grandfather. “Twenty-two years ago, my daughter kept her royal blood a secret and mated with you. Now, I’m taking my granddaughter, Jennie, home.” Dread washed over Gale. “No, Alpha Ford. This has to be a mistake. Jennie has never shifted. She can’t even beat an Omega. Thanks to the Bates’ standing in the pack, Joey looked past her flaw and mated with her.” Even at this point, Gale refused to believe that I carried the Alpha King’s blood in me. I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain, “Oh, I forgot to mention that I have shifted today. Like Mom, I am a white wolf. The moonstone is the Moon Goddess’ gift to white wolves. Please return the ston

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

] I steeled my nerves and shoved the office door open. “Urgent need for Type A blood! $100,000 for every 100 ml of blood!” I turned back and met Kris’ stunned gaze head-on. “What? Don’t tell me you can’t spare a little money.” People began to gather. “Mr. Flynn, Mrs. Flynn, I’m type A. I even have a blood donation certificate. Are you really offering $100,000 for every 100 ml?” I smiled. “Mr. Flynn here is desperate to save Ms. Dynevor. The more blood, the better.”

Showing the shape of Victor's predation in columns and rows and transfer dates that formed a pattern as clear as a fingerprint. The blood debt was a fraud. Every dollar. Every clause. Every provision that sold me into marriage and extended the family's claim to my unborn child. All of it built on phantom invoices and manufactured deficits and the patient, systematic financial destruction of a family whose only crime was being loved by a woman who chose someone else. I held the proof in my hands. My mother's proof, gathered at the cost of her life. And mine, built on the foundation she'd laid in a storage unit prepaid for twenty years.