Blood Debts Novels & Stories

Blood. To much blood.

“I mean, come to think of it. I do know Draeger BioTech. I don’t know Lucien.” “He’s, like, a recluse billionaire. Their company’s been behind half the med tech we use in school and their genetics division is next-level. Draeger wants to cure half the diseases we’ve given up on.” “Oh”, Zaria said, brows raised. “Girl”, Sienna rolled her eyes, already tapping on her iPad. “If we’re about to let a mad billionaire genius poke around in our bloodstreams, we might as well get a good payout. Remember our friendship contract: page six, clause four. All poorly thought-out ideas must be pursued together.”

Robert grins, darkly amused. “Do you think people try to kill themselves to get out of a blood debt? Or try to stop their heart?” I watch him take a sip from his drink, and he murmurs, “I wouldn’t say it’s a smart decision, but maybe. Fewer and fewer cases have been registered of blood debts over the last few decades. But trying to stop your heart would be a dangerous thing to do.” My voice is soft. “One must be desperate to escape that bond then.”

I woke up in the pack clinic after my ninety-ninth blood donation for my twin sister, Maeve. She’d been cursed by an evil witch since birth—a dark curse that could only be sustained by the blood of her twin. My blood. But this time, the repeated donations had come with a cost. The healer said the years of constant blood donations had finally broken my body down, causing me to develop a rare blood disease, Aplastic anemia. And my wolf's healing couldn’t fight this because she's too weak and drained.

I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking as I dialed 911. When the ambulance came, I told them he was my cousin. It was the only way they let me stay. At the hospital, he passed out. They said he needed blood. Mine matched. I gave it. I sat there all night, dozing in a plastic chair, my head foggy, my arms heavy. When I woke up… he was gone. No name. No thank you. Nothing. I spent my last dollars trying to save a stranger. And I had no idea—

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"

“We’ve traced her blood donation to the infirmary. The healer—and this was on your instruction—extracted 2000 cc.” “An adult’s total blood volume is around 4000–5000 cc. We suspect foul play—possible murder.” Kane went pale. The color drained from his face. “You… you’re saying what?” “Impossible—absolutely impossible!” He forced a bitter laugh. “Madam donated blood to save Doris after her fall. They told me another 400 cc would suffice. How could it be 2000?” His eyes reddened, voice trembling.

"But first, I offer you this." I bit my wrist, opening a vein. Dark blood welled upancient, powerful. Sienna's eyes widened. "Vampire blood? Caius, I can't" "You need it." I held my hand out. "To survive what's coming. To fight her." Ronan stepped between us. "What trick is this, vampire?" "No trick," I said, meeting his eyes. "A gift. And a debt." Understanding dawned on his face. In the supernatural world, blood debts were bound. By taking my blood, Sienna would gain powerbut also owe me a favor.

I was his mother, and I was useless to him. "Our blood bank is currently at a critical low for O negative," Dr. Aris continued, his tone urgent now. "It’s a rare type, and with the holiday weekend, our supplies were depleted by a multi-car accident an hour ago. We are checking other hospitals, but the clock is ticking. We need to find a donor, and we need to do it fast. Does he have any other family? A father? A sibling?" The word father hung in the air like a guillotine.