Novel & Cerita Blood Fights

The advisor smiled encouragingly. “The Bloody Duel is an ancient ritual of vampires,” William began to explain. - Vampires will fight in a closed circle with a certain type of weapon - silver brass knuckles-claws. Such weapons are incredibly dangerous for a vampire. It is especially worth considering that the circle in which the Bloody Duel takes place weakens the duelists with the help of certain spells. Inside this space, they lose the ability to access their Power, so the opponents become equal, and rely only on their own skill and dexterity.

He cleared his throat. "Are you going to explain what it is, or keep laughing?" "Right. Sorry." He straightened up. "It's an inherited blood disorder. Affects hemoglobin — the protein in red blood cells that carries oxygen. Basically, her red blood cells don't form the way they're supposed to." I stared at him blankly. "I still don't understand a word of that. And how do you even know this in such detail?" That set him off laughing again. "Ohh — right, my bad. I forgot you have zero clue about human illness. We don't get diseases or disorders like this. Vampires don't carry defective blood — we don't carry disease at all."

James stood still in the void, looking at the fist heading toward him. Then, he moved. He raised his hand. His clenched fist went up against Xayvion’s attack. Both fists collided. Boom! There was a terrifying fluctuation of power. It made James stumble backward. At the same time, a powerful energy flowed to his entire body from his fist. At once, he was injured. The Blood Energy in his body surged, and he spat out blood. Meanwhile, Xayvion also stepped backward. The potent energy messed up his hair. His hair became a mess. He was shocked.

The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers. Body scent mixed with sweat makes a night of sex like a fierce and thrilling wild hunt. Like he transformed into a hungry wolf enjoying his prey, in space continuously emitted soft moans that provoked the primitive instincts in the male body. Holding hands, both bodies synchronize to a rhythm. Waking up in the morning, bed sheets scattered, two bodies entwined. Rian felt extremely numb, she tried to move a little, everywhere was aching, she discovered that her limbs were limited, unable to move.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

His fangs grew out, and his claws dripped with blood; he looked terrifying. This is when it dawned on me that this was really happening. A bloody war. Lives will be lost. Blood will be spilled so much that in the end, it won't matter who emerges victorious anymore. My fists clenched by my side as I felt the surge of boiling blood through my veins. Heat rose to my face and I sucked in a deep breath, ready to take the bull by the horn.

Hi readers This is my book blue blood and be sure to know what I write and what you'll all be reading is all in my imagination,it's all a fictionalized. All scenes,sword fighting skills,Powers and all are all work of my imagination if this reminds you of a scene before or a true life story it's all a coincidence. Thanks... ____________________________ In a small hut a woman groan in pain, rubbing her big tummy, she stretch her legs apart, moaning, tears and sweat mixed together on her face, her hairs pull apart but still her beautiful moonlight face shone.

"I am listening." "She has a concussion and that's why she bled through her nose. The side of her back was cut open by a sharp object, maybe wood but she's going to be fine. Although she lost...she lost a lot of blood, we'll keep looking for any sign that'll jeopardise her health." "And I pay you to keep looking," I replied, my eyes on her little form. The man nodded. I stood at the edge of the bed, my hands fisted at my sides.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.