Blood Fights Novels & Stories

I was already moving myself, ducking under the second guard’s swing and driving my elbow into his throat, following through with a knee that dropped him to the floor gasping. We fought like we’d done it a hundred times together instead of never — his movements opening space for mine, my strikes covering the angles his didn’t reach. Years of running his own organization had made Declan precise in a way that had nothing to do with luck; every move he made was economical, calculated, the fighting style of a man who’d had to be better than his enemies since the day he took control. When the third guard lunged for me, Declan was already there, hauling him back by the collar and driving him into t

Blood dripped on the carpet—dark red splatters that soaked in fast. The game wasn’t bloodier now. It's becoming personal. As it was before.

That this flight wasn’t some nightmare too vivid to be real. This wound was real. Dreams didn’t put holes through a person’s thigh. She let her head fall back against the tree and stared up at the canopy. November’s stripped branches carved jagged silhouettes against a sky suspended between black and blue—the exact shade of someone caught at a crossroads. Her consciousness had started going cotton. Light, fraying at the edges—textbook blood loss, recalled from a first aid class she’d spent critiquing the city’s ambulance GPS routing. But enough logic remained to tell her one thing: stop moving.

The hospital parking lot had completely transformed into a slaughter ground as rain poured down heavily from the dark skies above while blood mixed with water across the concrete floor creating a terrifying crimson river flowing slowly toward the drainage. The doctor fought bravely as his military combat training allowed him to dodge several deadly attacks as he moved with desperate speed against the assassins surrounding him.

“Guys, this is not the time to fight, we need to be strong and unique because my son will need it.” In the middle of this fight the doctor entered the room that we were a little nervous Brian's health situation, it had worsened and that he needs some blood bags out of nowhere he hemorrhaged and we left quickly to do the tests and see who it was compatible. My mother, as always, came forward and said that only she could donate because Brian was her son and we went to do the tests to see what was the blood type of each one to give to him.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

The sight of her blood, dark and bright, flowing across her skin, hits me like a direct blow to the chest. Breaking through the protective barrier formed by my soldiers, I rush toward her with a heavy heart and a mind in despair. The dry leaves crunch under my feet, and each step feels like a monumental effort. I kneel beside Aria, feeling the coldness of her skin under my hands as I press down on the wound, trying to stop the blood from continuing to spill. But it’s futile. The blood slips through my fingers, warm and viscous, as if her life is slipping through my hands.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

Her face was grim, every twitch of Serena’s body making her flinch as if their fates were bound together. Something wasn’t right. The more I looked, the more alike the two of them appeared. A horrible thought struck me. The footage rolled on. Serena now gripped a baseball bat, swinging down viciously across Lila’s back. Lila just stood there motionless like a wooden doll. My heart split open. I rushed forward and tore Lila’s shirt away. Her back bore a livid, bloody welt, the skin split and raw. I checked her arms and her ribs. There was layer after layer of injuries, old scars over fresh wounds.