Blood Fights Novels & Stories

What have I missed? ‘You lost quite a lot of blood, and you know our kind of blood is extremely rare. I don't suppose you know anyone with Rh-null blood type, or do you?’ I sighed at her comment. Yeah, our rare blood has never been a problem because we were never careless to lose it, until the fight. But to think of it, that was our first real battle and we did pretty well. ‘Then what are you doing awake? We ought to be dead or something,’ she stretched her paws and shook her behind like a cat would.

asked a model who saw what happened in the bathroom. "The blood was bought from a donor agency and Fely brought it in a bag. She bumped into me and while dropping down, she sat on the blood bag. You can check the documents yourself, Fely's blood type is Ab, while the fake blood type is O." "How can you prove the blood isn't Ms. Fely's," asked a journalist.

The metallic scent of blood soon filled the air. My dad, still grappling with the earlier betrayal, fought with a fierce determination. His every move was a testament to the years he'd spent as a warrior. His fighting skill echoed through the battleground. In the midst of the chaos, I found myself facing an opponent who matched my strength. We lunged at each other, our movements guided by the instincts pulsing through our veins. Tasting his blood brought me a sense of euphoria.

The one Noah showed me was rather unusually named "The God of Blood Bats". I looked at it again carefully and found a brief record of one thing on it. A hundred years ago, a nobleman of the Blood Race had discovered that there still existed a race of Blood Bats that almost no one knew about, the Blood Bats. Unlike other blood races, although blood bats suck blood, after sucking blood, their whole body will turn blood red. Sucking blood from the Blood Bats before draining them and using it on other Bloods will cause them to lose control and go berserk.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

"Fucking bloodsuckers." Stan helps me get the kid back into the Firepit before I lay him down on a stretcher in the medical Centre, checking his blood group so I can get a desperately needed blood transfusion up and running. Yes, this is the reality of what I'm having to deal with, keeping supplies of blood so I can bring these kids back from the brink of death. Every fighter that walks through my door gives blood for emergencies, but these emergencies are getting far too frequent, and I've never had one this close to death.

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.

Fiona spat, "You've lost, but you can't accept your defeat gracefully, can you?" Harper argued stubbornly, "You guys must have cheated! How could there be no blood?" Larissa spoke nonchalantly, "Blood would only flow out after three seconds following a vessel rupture in cold-blooded animals. As long as you take photos and suture it back within three seconds, there won't be any bleeding. Don't you know the content on page 87 of the anatomy textbook?"

The newspaper didn’t look on but she saw a few extra pinholes in his arm,about too dense that area of skin was bruised. Daphne’s throat felt like it was blocked. She touched his skin,lightly and asked.”How many times have you drawn blood today?” Griffin followed her gaze and nodded. Renee was making a big mess lately and both her family and Griffin’s family were caught in the middle. It was most miserable for Griffin.Renee still needed blood,she and Griffin had the same rare blood type and so he had to donate to her. It was just like Jacob had said.He would always go running to help Renee out.

"Effortless is too strong. But easier. More natural. Like the blood was doing something it recognized." "Because it did recognize it," Mara said. "The training we have been doing — the control, the direction, the extended reach — these are mechanical. Developing the mechanics of something that has a purpose it was built for." She looked at me steadily. "The blood was built for healing. When you directed it toward an actual wound, in a living person, the blood understood the assignment in a way that the exercises cannot replicate because the exercises are approximations and Corrin's hand was the real thing."