Blood Debts Novels & Stories

"When Serena was two, you dumped her on us and ran off to the city! Now you’ve latched onto a rich wife, you pulled her back into your life. How dare you treat my sister this way?" Adrian staggered back, stunned. "So what? Because that bitch once saved my life, I’m supposed to owe her forever? We got divorced years ago! I paid child support for Serena. I don’t owe you a damn thing." Linda shrieked back, her voice breaking, "If it weren’t for you, my sister wouldn’t be crippled! The scraps of money you threw us weren’t enough for her medical care!" From their clothes and their words, it was clear Adrian hadn’t given them much.

“I’m the man who keeps the compass pointed north, Julian. My name is Silas. I worked for your father for thirty years. And now, I work for the board.” “The board is dead,” I spat. “Laredo is gone. The elder Ares is dust.” “The company never dies, Julian. It just changes its name. You should know that. You’re a trader. You know how a shell corporation works.” Silas stepped toward me, and I felt the power in him—a coiled, lethal energy. “The ledger you’re holding… it’s not just a book of crimes. It’s a list of debts. And the debt on the girl, Lisa, hasn’t been paid in full.”

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden. I feel it working. I also feel the cost. It is not pain exactly. It is more like weight. Like every drop of the Moonblood I send into him is something I am drawing from a reserve that is not infinite, and I have already spent so much tonight — in the shift, in the fight, in the thirty seconds of absolute clarity it took to face Lysandra and end what she was. I don't stop. I keep sending it.

Daemon leaned against the pale corridor wall, his usually calm face was a mask of raw panic, his eyes bloodshot. I stood a short distance away, a heavy weight in my chest making it hard to breathe. The doctor came out, his expression grave. "Don, Mrs. Gianna suffered a head injury and has lost a lot of blood. She needs an immediate transfusion." "But she has a rare Rh-negative blood type. The blood bank is empty, and getting a supply from another hospital will take too long. I'm afraid she won't make it..." Daemon was silent for a moment. Then he slowly turned his head, and his eyes locked onto me.

“Abba! The doctor just informed me that Adonis has thrombocytopenia, a disease related to blood clotting problems. To put it more clearly, if Adonis is injured, the blood in his body will continuously flow and cannot be stopped. If he does not receive a timely blood transfusion, Adonis will die from excessive blood loss. Unfortunately, Adonis's blood type is Rh-, an extremely rare blood type. I can't always be by Adonis' side to protect him, and I'm afraid I can't find Rh- people to save him. So I need your help, please help me find people with Rh-blood. I want to buy their blood back to reserve, I'm afraid that dangerous problems will happen in the future." After Lisanna said these words, A

"You think this is about money?" "Everything is about something." My father's voice was firm. "You want compensation for the rogues. Fine. Name your figure. We will settle the debt and leave." "The debt is not financial." Dante gestured to the guards. "Three rogues died on my territory because your wolves thought they could operate with impunity. That suggests a dangerous misunderstanding about who controls this city. I cannot allow that misunderstanding to persist." "What are you asking?" "Blood debt." Dante's voice carried through the silent club. "Ancient law. A life for a life. Three rogues died, so three of yours will bleed. Not death—I am not that extreme. But enough pain that Silvercr

I angrily wiped the bitter tears before shrugging out of my coat and revealing my arm, “Draw mine and everyone’s in here. Please, save her.” I desperately begged as I tried to hand him my arm, but he apologetically shook his head before pursing his lips. “Your blood cannot save her. Instead, yours will just kill her. The patient has the rarest blood called the Rhnull blood. Unlike everyone’s blood, her’ blood has no antigens, and that only is the reason why we cannot use your blood. We have contacted the nearest hospitals to see if they have it in-store. Let’s all pray for the miracle.” He said nodding and taking off. Were we going to wait in here, just sitting while her life was slowly chip