Blood Drag Novels & Stories

“Hold on. I am right here.” His voice broke on the last word. I moved closer, resting my hand on his arm. “Are you alright? You look exhausted.” “I am fine,” Draven said quietly. Which meant he was not fine at all. Rowan stepped forward. “Draven, you need to sit. You donated a lot.” Draven shook his head. “I will not sit. Not until the transfusion starts.” As if summoned by his words, two nurses entered, pushing a sterile cart with blood bags. One of them held a small clear bag filled with Draven’s blood. The deep red made something inside me twist with awe and fear.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

The air froze instantly. The smile on Cole’s lips stiffened as he stared at me in disbelief. “W-What?” I didn’t repeat myself. I simply closed my eyes. As if he couldn’t accept what he’d just heard, Cole stepped forward and roughly grabbed my wrist. My sleeve was pulled back, revealing the large patches of shocking purple bruises beneath—dark against my pale skin. They were marks left behind by needles repeatedly piercing my veins during blood draws. Cole’s fingers began to tremble. He stared at the bruises, his voice breaking as he demanded, “Why? Sadie! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? Why?”

Groban’s mouth fell open as he stared at me in complete shock but quickly composed himself as he cleared his throat, “Well Laya, you now belong to me and I say you will eat what I give you,” turning to pick up the bag of blood he ripped it at the top and started pouring the darkened liquid into a glass before picking it up and holding it out to me, “Drink,” he finally said. Swallowing hard I stared at the glass and then at him, seeing my reluctance he sighed as he took a step toward me still with the glass stretched out in front of him. He was right in front of me now staring intently at me, “I don’t like repeating myself,” he said in a darkened voice. Staring down at the contents of the blo

Still, in the movement of turning around, David cuts the Draco’s outstretched claw. In pain and seeing that David was still within range, the Draco lunges forward to bite his head off. But Bob lands on the Draco’s head and he starts to unload everything left in his small pack. The Draco was suddenly assaulted by a variety of scents and pain. The putrid bombs mixed horribly with the smoke and created a burning feeling in the Draco’s throat. There was rotten egg too which caused the Draco’s throat to seize. It starts to retch, giving David and Bob an opportunity.

Castus hiss,his voice incredibly low. "That was a long time ago,we don't even know if it's real" "I'm a witch"Castus point at himself for Adir to get the point. "You're not doing me any good right now,I don't want to kill them and...What's that?"Adir bend his head,red lens covering them,Cuss escape castus lip,scenting the well concealed blood "Are we in danger?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karen and the others gasp when the Dragon eyes opened,he stretch making the table topple over,his grey skin change color into a bluish white brightening the dagger tattoo on his chest.

"They found Drake's car. Abandoned. On the edge of the city." "Any sign of him?" "No. But they found blood. A lot of blood." "His?" "Unknown. The lab is running tests." Elena walked into the room. Her bandage was white against her dark hair. "The blood is not his," she said. "How do you know?" "Because Drake does not bleed. He makes other people bleed." "You sound like you know him." "I do. I knew his father. I knew his mother. I knew him. Before he became a monster."

She was injured deep enough to draw out blood to use against this grey dragon. Reaching that conclusion, all of them clenched the edge of the gold table, eyes narrowed even tinier than before. Ibrahim's expression darkened. “Hey!” He was calling the grey dragon. “My daughter hates to cut herself to draw out her blood.” Ali and Nathan inwardly nodded. “Certainly, she wouldn’t voluntarily cut herself just to draw out the blood.” “What is the relation between blood and poison?” The dragon growled, he was quite confused at the sudden change of topic.

💿 Disc 2 Sub Theme : Walking Into Death's Alley (2) . I look at her again more closely this time and I can't believe I missed it before. Dripping down the side of her neck are two long trails of blood. They flow down her neck until they reach the collar of her white shirt soaking into it. My stomach coils at the sight of the blood and I have to fight back a gag.

He swings it swiftly at me grabbing unto my neck while in air. Summoned one drags the robe tied to my neck swinging it before slamming my body to the ground and then dragged me grabbing my neck with his hands. In an instant, I could feel my life force, my flesh being suck out dry from the body with my eye socket almost falling out accompanied by excruciating pain.