Blood Debts Novels & Stories

The blood debt is unbreakable and if someone ignores it, they experience excruciating pain. The link activates when the one who gave the blood is in danger or needs something. Only the owner of the blood can end the link when they are satisfied with the repayment of the debt. If a child is saved, then the link doesn’t activate until they reach the age of eighteen. Which is why I had been there when Zira’s pack had been slaughtered. I had felt the pull and had been confused at first until I heard a woman’s voice in my head. She was begging for help. I thought I was hallucinating, so I ignored it. As soon as I did, I felt the most unbearable pain imaginable.

Drake said. “That’s where the problem comes in,” Dr. Long said with concern. “We have half the twelve-car pile-up victims here, all the mass shooting victims ended up here, and you throw in regular, everyday patients in a city of over eight million people . . .” He shook his head. “Our blood bank is practically dry. If Debbie doesn’t get more fresh blood within the next few hours—” He didn’t finish. “No,” Jessica said sternly “My daughter is not going to die over something like this. Surely, there’s someone or some place in this city that can give her blood.”

I bite out furiously. Not once have I ever been mutilated during a job and I really didn’t want this to change my spotless record. This should have been a fucking easy job. In no scenario did I think I would be ending up holed up in a room with Cassian playing psycho with his knife set.. He studies my face carefully for a second before speaking. “Do you believe in debts written in blood.” “No.” I snort, “Blood debts are a relic that belong in the past.”.

"I'm not talking about the grief, and I'm not talking about the pack mourning their heir. I'm talking about what happens to the people responsible." He held Milan's gaze steadily. "An Alpha whose son dies in someone else's custody doesn't rest. His wolf doesn't rest. The pack doesn't rest. It becomes a blood debt, and blood debts of that kind don't expire and they don't get forgiven. They get settled no matter how long it takes and no matter how far you run." Milan remained speechless. He knew everything Zane was saying was right. His head went wild with different thoughts. Zane could see it in the way his eyes had gone slightly unfocused, moving over some int

I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" "The blood," he said as he pulled out a vial of AB. The black ink on the vial read Rh-negative, and I felt myself salivate at the look of it. "This blood type is very rare in human society. It's also delicious for us, well, not as tasty as yours. More importantly, it's from a healthy and energetic human donor. You would love it once you tried."

“And now what? You can’t pay back what you owe?” “It’s not that simple.” She looks up at me and glares hard. “It’s a blood debt. I know you are related to renowned killers who won’t bat an eye about killing supernaturals. But it’s not so simple for me to do the same. I may be a bitch but taking a life is where I draw the line.” “Exactly how big a favour did these vampires grant you for them to have demanded a blood debt.” “Wouldn’t you want to know.” She sneers and it takes everything in me not to lash out at her.

In her dream, she was back on the operating table, crying out in agony. The frantic voice of a nurse echoed. "Doctor, the patient is in a state of severe hemorrhage. The A-type blood from the blood bank was just urgently taken." The familiar smell of disinfectant filled Debra's nostrils, and the harsh white ceiling lights glared down at her.

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!"

"Kalen, we two idiots... destroyed our savior..." The other end of the phone fell into a dead silence. Only heavy breathing conveyed the same breakdown and horror. Gavin hung up the phone and collapsed in the mud like a dog with a broken spine. There was no longer the confidence and desire to redeem things in his eyes, only endless fear and despair. He finally understood how heavy the sentence "Some blood cannot be washed clean with money" really was. This was a debt of sin. A blood debt that even the lives of the two brothers might not be enough to repay.

Walked to the steel table and pulled the cloth back, and Maya saw needles, and a rack of glass vials, and a centrifuge, and a plastic cooler with a biohazard sticker peeling off the lid, and her stomach went to water. "Do you want to know what you're worth?" Dane said conversationally. "Not you. What's in you." He picked up an empty vial and turned it in the light. "There's maybe forty people left in the world with your blood in them. Old blood. The kind the packs bred out of themselves a hundred years ago because it frightened them." He glanced over. "A cc of it sells for more than that diner clears in a year. The people I work for have been looking for one of you since before you were born