Blood Fights Novels & Stories

"Your skin got blood on it." Two tiny red drops of Thorne’s blood had splattered straight across my pale skin fur. "...Huh?" My brain, still spinning fast from the adrenaline of the fight, hadn't expected that sweet worry at all. My silver eyes look straight up into his face, completely stunned.

Dad asked. "We have removed a bullet. It didn't damage any vital organs. But he has lost so much blood and he needs a blood transfusion. We only have a limited amount of B (-) blood in our blood bank. It's a rare blood group and we recently treated an accident patient who had same blood group. Do any of you have same blood group? Or any of you are related to him biologically?" Doctor asked us. I sat down on the chair feeling my head spin after what doctor told us.

There were also those who could not cope up with the brutal scenario unfolding before them and chose not to watch the match anymore—some closed their eyes and covered their ears while the others felt their stomachs twist and turn and just decided to totally go out of the gymnasium. The entire floor of the gymnasium was almost covered in blood because of Myrtle’s body that gets thrown everywhere whenever Luna’s whip hits her body. Some parts of it that were constantly hit by the knife at the end of the whip got crushed into small pieces because of the strong impact which is why the dust formed by the debris and the blood that was being scattered are mixing everywhere and even on the bodies of

the crazy crowd that loved the sight of blood. Suddenly, Blue Blood hit Neil in the abdomen, and he crashed heavily on the floor. Blue Blood instantly rose to his feet... I saw it again... the fangs, the inhumane golden eyes filled with bloodlust, and the claws that had replaced the nails on his fingers. He was ready to fight back with his ability. Neil was shocked—I could see the shock on his face as he crawled away from Blue Blood, who was staring at him with so much bloodlust. At the same time, Neil rose to his feet with his eyes glued on Blue Blood. I could feel his resignation to fight back as he extended his own claws again.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

She really did not want him to die! Even if she hated him, she still could not let go of him! The nurse rushed back in a hurry and told her, “He has type B blood. There isn’t enough blood in the blood bank. Do any of you have type B blood? He needs a blood donation!” “I… I don’t have type B blood,” Scarlet said instinctively. Sharon shook her head too. “I don’t either.” Riley’s expression darkened. “I have type B blood. Take my blood,” she said without a moment of hesitation.

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

When the moon is full, the fight is easier for her because Weak Bloods are weak at that time. Weak Bloods are vampires who do not have full immortality and also die from heart attacks or fire, while Silver Bloods are immortal unless unable to drink blood for a long time. She was a Silver Blood on a mission. Milla was alone against the vampires so she had a bit of a hard time. Thankfully, there were no other Silver Bloods there, otherwise it would have been very difficult. I'll be more careful the next time. I can't afford to die in the hands of these murderers, he promised herself.