Blood Drag Novels & Stories

I can see the fear in her eyes. “You do not get rid of it without my consent! It’s a part of me as much as it’s a part of you!” I shriek. She sits and cries whilst glancing to the door. “Are you even listening to me?” I yell. I feel myself burning up again and a headache starting. Suddenly my eyes start to bleed. Penny looks at me and realizes what is happening. Suddenly she gets up and makes a run for it to the door. I grab her behind her neck.

"It is O positive, your favorite." I smiled at him before extending my hand to collect the blood bag. My orbs turned red once my fang sunk into the bag. My eyelid closed while I savored every drop of the liquid that touched my tongue. It felt like a release from the shackle of bondage I had inserted myself in right from the day we all lost Kate.

“Drop the bag and get ready to climb on top of my brother.” I blushed when she said that, wondering if she phrased it that way on purpose, but shook it off as I quickly followed her orders. She gasped the moment the bag was removed. “Shit,” she cursed, gesturing for Jason to hurry over. “She’s bleeding, pretty badly by the looks of it. We won’t be able to sell her off to the Gamemaster if she’s nearly dead when we arrive.”

Her mind was filled with the terror in Dorothea's grey-blue eyes as she was dragged away. Where was Dorothea now? Was she crying? Had those people hurt her? This wasn't a ransom. They were after Dorothea's blood. Could it be... they were going to take her to a lab? The thought made her blood run cold. Every passing second felt like a knife carving into her heart. The car swerved sharply as Drake wrenched the wheel. Headlights blazed ahead. Two vehicles were locked together, blocking the road. The box truck's front end was twisted into a drainage ditch, its hood buckled, thick white smoke pouring from the engine. Its tires spun uselessly in the air.

Adjust the drip and look at the flow, when the drop continues it means you did it right. I lifted my gaze to the bag of blood hanging above my head. My world spun and blurred, and I lost my strength to fight as the blackness was falling over my vision. Completely.

I said sharply. No response. Her breathing hitched again. Worse this time. Krager moved closer instantly. “She’s losing too much blood,” he said. My heart dropped. “What?” He reached toward her side. And that’s when I saw it. The blood. Not just smeared. Flowing. Dark. Fresh. It had soaked through her clothes, dripping down slowly, steadily, unnoticed in the chaos, in the movement, in everything we hadn’t stopped to see. “No,” I breathed.

Zector inquired, intrigued. "This is Dragon’s Blood," Gunner explained. "I once dispatched tens of thousands of people to search throughout Dragoria, digging a hundred meters deep. Eventually, we discovered a Draco Vein and gathered one hundred drops of Draco Vein Essence over several decades." "And what exactly is a Draco Vein?" Zector asked. Before Gunner could respond, Bruno interjected, "Dragoria derives its name from the appearance of a divine dragon in ancient times. A Draco Vein forms at the site of where such a divine dragon passes away."

Of course his anger is worse than mine and he was worse when it came to explaining situations. "As for draw backs, it is so very rare that a Blood Dragon is able to give birth. Let alone with twins. It is said that it takes a very strong vessel to be able to carry out the birth of the powerful blood dragons. So the fact that there are indeed two of you is astounding. A miracle. It explains why Lord Draynar disappeared for as long as he did." Drake said leaning against the chair, his eyes where searching mine. He was waiting for my reaction to this information. But I couldn't offer him a very good one because a part of me wasn't

“Here it is!” Drave bursts in like a storm, his voice brimming with triumph as he holds a small vial in his hands, raising it like a trophy. “Aria's blood, ready to be used. Now, do your part… now,” he demands, the urgency in his words echoing through the space. His green eyes gleam with a dangerous light, a mix of anxiety and determination that makes it clear that every second counts.

Even so, her face looked like she wanted my blood again. Frey tried to refuse my offer.She felt bad for drinking my blood.However, she also couldn't eat the food I brought.I also didn't have the heart to take a live animal and give it to Frey.Her face looked very pale.Her body was also very cold.Even though Frey said it was perfectly natural for her people, I still felt uneasy.That's why I offered my blood to Frey.