Blood Drag Mga Nobela at Kwento

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

I lifted my eyelids and tried to focus on Jinx shaking his head and mumbling about something not being good. "The beast infected Noah's shadow wolf's blood. It's going to alter his DNA and mind and hopefully not cause his darkness to overrun him," Dagon murmured in regret. I looked up at him and said no. My eyes closed and I must have fainted. I woke up again sometime later with an IV in my arm and gold blood flowing within it. I sat up and glanced around the pack room in my lodge that still stood. The blood was bagged and not from a living source. I yelled out and a lovely woman came in. I recalled that her name was Sara. She came in and started to remove the needle from my arm.

More feathers tossed into the air and with a suppressed groan of pain, the blow caught the Tenth Presbyter in the arm, mangling it into an impossible angle as he tumbled to the ground. Chu Xun reached for the canine tooth. But his finger just barely grazed the tooth and it snapped into halves with a crack and from the midst of the fine hairline crack, blood began seeping out. But it was no ordinary blood. The entire sky turned red right when the blood began dribbling out as if heralding the advent of an ancient horror. The True Blood of a Suan Ni. Chu Xun's breathing began to pick up pace as he lurched with amazement. The True Blood of an ancient horror. It might be a substance of great age

My eyes opened wide. “Ah! Alexander!” I screamed again. He rushed in. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?” I looked down. My legs shook. My hands touched the space between them. It was wet. I looked down at what that was. Red. Blood. So much blood. “No!” I screamed. “No, no, no!” Alexander dropped the bags. He ran to me. “Sara? Sara, what is that? What’s happening?” I looked at him with tears in my eyes. “Blood,” I said. “There’s blood. I’m bleeding!”

Just then, a loud bang was heard from the possible entrance. I looked towards it and saw a silhouette of Draven, standing there with anger evident in his eyes. I could instantly tell the fun guy was most definitely in trouble. I could feel my consciousness slowly weakening, and I was beginning to lose consciousness. I tried hard to keep my eyes open, but I couldn't even stand straight on my two feet; it felt as though I had two left feet, and I could do nothing but tremble. It seems I had lost way more blood than I thought and was soon feeling weaker and weaker with every second that ticked by. My legs would soon give out, and my eyelids were forcefully trying to shut tight on their own.

I muttered, steeling myself for the task ahead and forcefully wiping away my tears. Without thinking, I took off my shoes, then unbuttoned my shirt, leaving me in just my bra and red trousers. The air felt thick and suffocating as I stretched my arms, exhaling slowly, forcing my body to prepare for what was coming next. My gaze locked onto Damien. His body lay there, drenched in his own blood. I grabbed his legs and started dragging him toward the restroom. He was heavier than I expected. My arms burned, but I couldn’t stop. Blood trailed across the floor as I dragged him, the stains growing darker and thicker.

Just enough to relive the pain within. The blood welled up slowly, beading along the line in tiny drops that caught the light. It was a strange color up close—darker than you'd expect, almost brown at the edges. I watched it form, one drop at a time, and I breathed. In. Out. In. Out.

The red color like blood in the middle of the night. Even the stars do not appear to watch someone in red drag a woman around 25 years old. The woman’s face is quite beautiful and can be said to be adorable. However, that face was filled with horror and an excess of fear that couldn’t be expressed in words, while the body that was being dragged by the person in red—was shaking non-stop. Her mouth drenched in blood couldn’t say anything. Indeed, she would not be able to make a sound when she did not have a tongue, or rather the person in red had cut off her tongue.