Blood Drag Novels & Stories

The doctor ran her eyes around the lab looking for someone to help her, and huffed. -When I don't need help, there's a lot of people around me, bothering me, and now, when I really need there's no one -she grumbled as she stood up and went to the 'cooler'-a kind of refrigerator specific to store blood- and took a vial of human blood, another one with vampire blood, another one with wolf blood and another one with blood altered by the drug DroPaCem and took them with her to the microscope.

She panicked as she protectively placed her hands on her stomach, taking a step back in fear. Draven sighed raising his hands in the air. "I'm telling you to kill anyone. I just meant that mother shares blood with child and you're a carrying a tribrid, your system has few fractions of tribrid blood, which could be used to lessen his agony." Draven tried to make her understand. Sarah gulped processing his words carefully. "Few drops will work, right?" She said looking at him with uneasiness. Draven smiled. "One drop would be enough." He said.

However, if it turned black that meant she had rogue blood. The thought of inflicting pain upon herself scared Danica, but she had no room for argument. Looking to Mason who had returned to his human form for comfort Danica held out her hand to Arlo who had a dagger at the ready. Searing pain shot through Danica's palm as the cool blade sliced her skin allowing her blood to flow freely into the bowl below. Everyone watched intently as her blood turned into a red cyclone within the swirling liquid. As it danced and twirled it began to darken until it turned a deep shade of burgundy.

TW warning!!! - Violence and blood Rosemary’s Pov Through the open door frame , I see Alexander dragging a kicking , screaming and wailing Judy. I gasp and place my hand over my mouth , shocked and terrified of the scene that is occurring in front of me. He drags her closer and closer to me – I watch as a trail of her blood , that oozes out of the glass piercings on her feet and hands , that is left behind. “ STOP!! Baby! Stop!” I hear these words blare from her mouth. I watch him emotionlessly fists her hair tighter dragging her closer and closer to me. Each breathe that I breath , the air is filled with terror and blood – the smell is intense and it makes my stomach turn.

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

A bag appeared out of thin air and was dropped in front of me. "What the-" "Drink up, boys. It's about time you got outta here, don't ya think? Unless you enjoy living in your own piss and shit," Drabek's deep voice sounded through the shadows, and I didn't hesitate to rip the bag open. The sweet metallic smell of blood hit me, and my fangs elongated on their own. The three blood bags would be more than enough to tie us off until we could have a proper feed.

The fight and anger she had been feeling completely evaporated from her body, as the last image of her parents became permanently etched into her mind. She would forever carry the trauma of seeing their dead bodies with her. Just a few hours ago, they had been eating and laughing around their fireplace. Now, her parents’ bodies were strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. A pool of dark liquid surrounded them, and Mara finally realized what it was that had stained the woods and floors. Blood. They passed by two other bodies that Mara didn’t recognize. But as the man carrying her walked into the cold night, all Mara could see through her tear-stained eyes were

“Lab just flagged something. Blood density out of baseline, just like Rafe. Not standard loss. It reads like compression without volume drop.” “Compression how,” Haden asked. “Something inside the blood is missing. A component we don’t have a test for. We call it density for now because they don’t have a better word.” “Drained,” I said. “Not volume,” Ellan said. “Function.” “Drained,” I repeated. He didn’t argue. We held our posts. The Tower’s systems cycled once and reset. The wards rolled a slow pulse through the walls. The city above us slept or pretended to sleep.

Just stepped over the guy like he was trash and walked out onto the platform. I stood there, frozen, heart slamming so hard I could taste it in my throat. The doors started to close. I snapped out of it, scooped up my sketchbook, and bolted after him. “Dmitri—wait!” He didn’t stop. I ran. Caught up to him halfway up the stairs. “Dmitri!” He finally slowed. Turned. Looked down at me. His knuckles were bleeding. Split open. He didn’t seem to notice.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.