Novel & Cerita Blood Fights

"Your vampire is stronger than you think, little human. A cup of blood will not kill him. It will hurt. It will leave him weak for days. But he will survive." "You do not know that. You do not know what the blood loss will do to him." "I know more about vampire physiology than you do." Ragnar's voice was hard. "I have been fighting your kind for centuries. I have drained vampires dry. I have watched them die. I know exactly how much blood a creature like him can lose before he crosses the line between weakened and dead." Alexander's hand closed around my arm, pulling me back. "Luna. Stop." "Alexander—"

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

He kept punching him till his face was covered in blood. Ludo couldn’t believe her eyes. There was blood all over the floor. She jumped on Hunter's back and ran her nails over Hunter’s face. Hunter stood up in pain, while shaking her off his back. She stuck on it like glue. Hunter managed and she was in the air and hit her head on the floor. He went back to Evan.

Kevin raised his hand, and looked at his radial artery, "Yes. This disgusting fact... Every time I remember it, I always want to scratch this wrist and spit out the blood I have." "Don't you always do that? Hurt your wrist, until all the blood in your body comes out. But sadly it never worked," said Rena, making Pine flabbergasted "What...? What are they talking about!?" thought Pine. "Because it's not just about blood. Your whole body is a fact that you can't deny," continued Rena. #to be continued in Chapter 26.1 - We WIll Be Fine

The breeze rustled softly, bringing the aroma of moist soil and pine, the woods teeming with life in the darkness. However, the most burdensome thing in the air was the heaviness of Nikolai's words - cold and irreversible. Amora experienced them sinking heavily in her chest. Blood is the circulating fluid in our bodies. The ultimate cost, crucial for their forbidden partnership with the vampires, would require more than just a injury. Now, her life force, which was her blood, became the key to staying alive.

I saw red—literally. And fuck! These bitches messed with the wrong girl. I dug my nails into the skin of the girl closest to me and fucking sunk in until I drew blood. Kicked, bit, clawed—but five against one was hardly a fair fight, especially when two of them were Supernaturals.

Adam challenged as blood was oozing from the wounds. Callum had his eyes shut tight. Everything happening around him was too much to handle. He wanted to be with Steph. He was trembling with fear. He was mumbling for Steph. The air was thick as 6 people held their breath at the smell of blood filled the air. "Get your fucking hands of him. You bastard". Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him.

“She’s already in surgery. Her brachial artery was sliced during the fight. She’s lost quite a bit of blood already. Whoever tied the tourniquet on her, definitely saved her life, but she needs blood. We have some of our human mates on their way in to donate, since she cannot receive wolf blood and we don’t keep much blood, human or wolf, on hand on a regular basis.” “Start with me doctor. We’re the same type.” I tell him as he leads me down a hallway to a room. It is set up for blood donations. “Our technicians will pull your blood along with the other volunteers’ blood as soon as they arrive.” I sit where I was instructed but stop the doctor before he leaves. “Can I get your name, doctor?”

It was fresh blood they were smelling and they couldn’t help but think of the worst. Collin came to the view of the source of the smell of blood, ‘They are asking for it!’ Carl growled when he saw what was in front of them, the Black Moon warriors were covered in blood fighting like their lives depended on it, which it did. On the field right at the border rogues could be seen in numbers, some were already dead and some were fighting the warriors. The annoyance Collin felt when he saw that was unimaginable.