Blood Fights Novels & Stories

"Her body is too weak. The trauma of the birth, the stress of the last few weeks... she’s empty, Eliott. She has nothing left to fight with. If we don't get her blood immediately, her heart is going to stop." "Then give it to her!" I shouted. "Whatever you need, take it!" I shoved my sleeve up, baring my forearm. I didn't care about the protocols or the risks. "Use mine. I’m her mate. Our blood is already bound. Take it now." Rika looked up at me, her eyes red-rimmed. "Eliott, listen to me. You haven't slept in days. You’ve been pushing your own healing factor to the limit to stay standing. If I take enough to stabilize her, it could weaken you severely. You could go into shock yourself."

he asked, and I nodded and began to cry. "Yes, yes your highness. My mother has cancer caused by the ash, and she is dying," I confessed. "What about medical treatments available. A lot of people have been able to beat the ash cancer,' he said, and I laughed, wiping away my tears. "A lot of Bloods, your highness," I corrected him, "A lot of Bloods have been able to beat cancer because they get all the best medical care. Moons can't afford them, and even if they could, our physicians don't have the best types of equipment for that." I said, and he shook his head.

“Do you?” He set his drink down, stepping closer, closing the space between us deliberately. “You know I do.” I exhaled, the tension thick between us now, undeniable, charged. “So what happens when the game shifts?” Leonardo reached forward, tracing his fingers slowly along my wrist. “Then we stop pretending it’s still a game.” The moment stretched, every breath, every movement deliberate. And this time? Neither of us pulled away. With Alessandro agreeing to negotiations, Florence was poised for alignment.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

“Blood does not need cleansing. It needs acceptance.” --- In the sky the confrontation of winged beings. Evelyn rose into the blood‑red heavens. Below, Valenfort burned. Above, Alaric Seraphim spread wings of flame and rained destructive beams. Light and blood collided, exploding into thousands of shards. Evelyn struck Alaric’s plasma blade aside and counterattacked; her blood rose into black whips that coiled and lashed at his wings. “You don’t understand,” Alaric roared, voice thunderous. “Your blood is a disgrace to both worlds!”

I couldn’t think about anything, lest I lost control again and fulfilled the desperate urge I had to fully mate with her. I pushed all thoughts of Delia out of my head and made my way through the trees. The scent of blood filled the air, sharp and metallic and I had a moment to wonder where it had come from, before realizing it was mine. I had been wounded during my fight with that damn vampire. I could feel my body healing already, the dull ache a constant reminder of the battle I had just fought. It was a fight harder than others, but yet again, I had survived. Slowing my pace, I sniffed the air, searching for something—anything—to take my mind off the chaos I was caught in. The familiar s

(ZILO’S POINT OF VIEW) "She’s in hypovolemic shock, Nomo! The bandages aren't holding because the blood is too high-energy—it’s literally burning through the gauze!" Zilo shouted, his voice rising to a frantic pitch. He pressed his palms against the wounds on Sofia’s arms, feeling the terrifying, thrumming heat of her sapphire blood. It wasn't like human blood; it felt alive, vibrating with a frequency that made his own bones ache.

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Natasha gritted her teeth in anger. Beatrice adjusted her sitting posture, "But is the situation that serious? The news described the illness as a mere seizure, how come it's so dire now?" Natasha could feel a headache coming on, "Yes it was a serious seizure but what worsened the patient's illness is different. He needs steady blood transfusion too but his blood type isn't available anywhere in the country or out. He has a blood type so rare that it's called golden blood. Only fifty people are known to possess it in the whole world!"