Novel & Cerita Blood Fights

We echo in unison. The chaos begins immediately. Reds need immediate surgery—gut shots, chest wounds, massive blood loss. Yellows are critical but stable—severe burns, major fractures, soft tissue damage. Greens can walk—they’ll need splints, stitches, pain management. And the blacks… the ones we can’t save. I can handle blood. I can handle battlefield medicine. But I still can’t handle them. I force my hands to keep moving as my team sets up. We know the drill. We've done this too many times before.

Beautiful and deadly! There was a viciousness to the fighting that I hadn’t expected. This was a kind of fight where you could lose an arm, or a leg or become completely paralyzed. This was a fight that could take your life. Sweat blossomed everywhere on my body and I tried to tamp down my rising heartbeat. I tried to shove my fears off the metaphorical cliff and turned to look around to find a rogue barrelling towards me.

An animal skin was brought and kept in her shoulder as a covering. A huge bowel of blood was brought by two muscular shirt less man dressed in animal skin which just covered the lower part of their body, they took the bowl and raised it above Elena and priestess Lydia and Fedora began to chants and when they stops the bowl of blood was poured on Elena and her eyes were opened as the blood poured from her head to her feet, soaking her hair down to her garment, she was dripping in blood this was always done to the Luna or a member of the family of previous Superior pack and was mostly done before the fight begins. Elena stretched out her hands and the blood dropped on i and Anthony and so

Doctor Welsh: Mr Smith, your daughter is still in a bad condition and she's losing a lot of blood, Her blood group is O and She'll need a blood transfusion from someone with the same blood group as hers Mr Smith: Oh no, my blood group is B Blair: Mine too Austin: Mine is A, I can't donate to her. Mr Smith: (To Doctor Welsh) But don't you have the blood group O in your blood bank? Doctor Welsh: I'm afraid not, we're out of blood group O... If you don't find someone who can donate to her on time then.... Mr Smith: (quivering) Then what? Doctor Welsh: She might not make it (He goes into a ward) Mr Smith: (he falls on the floor crying) What am I going to do now? Blair: Mr Smith, get up, Crying a

Blood squirted in Aurora’s eyes when Hannah’s hardened fist connected to her jaw, her head going backward. The game wasn't meant to be this violent, but Hannah was one who never liked following the rules. To win, you have to either knock out your opponent or push them off the circle. Aurora raised one hand to wipe the blood that trickled from her mouth, murmuring something I couldn’t hear. Her jaw tightened, her hands clenched into fists. She pounced on Hannah, her claws tearing through the left side of her face. “Bitch,” Hannah spat, staring daggers at Aurora. She dashed forward, her face red with fury, abandoning all technical stance. She throws a punch aimed to end the fight instantly. Bu

He had her pinned to the ground, his teeth bared snapping at her throat as he held her hands above her head, she fought him off but he was strong, I felt weak but not weak enough to stop fighting. I grab the knife I had dropped on the ground and i jump on his back, ripping his throat open, the blood splutters out all over fiona, his body drops lifeless on top of her, my weight landing right on top of him, she huffs out a breath as I roll off gasping to catch my breath “Ewe he better have no damn diseases, that got in my mouth lilly” She tells me spitting out the blood from her mouth “Your so welcome”

But how could Xie Jieyu and Feng Ning let the two go? By that time of the battle, Xie Jieyu and Feng Ning had both activated their Blood Battle Bodies. Covered with blood flames, Xie Jieyu was like a bright red phoenix. Even the space was sizzling before the blood flames, as if it were melting. As for Feng Ning, his long purple hair turned into a purple flame. His silver eyes had no pupils at all, only two flowing mercury whirlpools, as if they could suck the souls of all creatures. They two both possessed rare Blood Battle Bodies, which were extremely scary when they were displayed.

a medic stood up and said. Adrian walked over to check on Chuck and memories from when they were still in school bubbled up from the deepest parts of his mind. “What’s his blood type?” “AB, sir.” “Use mine,” Adrian said. “But, sir…” “You can’t!” “Take mine instead.” Lucas pulled up his shirt, stopping Adrian from trying to donate his blood. The three other battle warriors tried to persuade Adrian as well but the latter said, “Use mine! You still have a battle to fight, Lucas.”

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.

He said as he approached her like a predator stalking its prey. Robbin calmly clutched the knife as he got closer. He pulled the jeans from her grasp and began horribly kissing her again. His eyes were closed, saliva dripping from his disgusting mouth onto his beard. Slowly, she picked up her knife and, with the lightning strike of a cobra, she stabbed him in the neck, piercing his carotid artery. Warm blood trooped in spurts from his artery, like a faulty faucet all over his body and hers also, as she immediately retrieved the knife. His hand quickly shot up to his neck to stop the bleeding. Shock and rage clouded his face as he tried to pull himself to his feet. Multiple profanities flew f