Blood Gacha Novels & Stories

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

Groban’s mouth fell open as he stared at me in complete shock but quickly composed himself as he cleared his throat, “Well Laya, you now belong to me and I say you will eat what I give you,” turning to pick up the bag of blood he ripped it at the top and started pouring the darkened liquid into a glass before picking it up and holding it out to me, “Drink,” he finally said. Swallowing hard I stared at the glass and then at him, seeing my reluctance he sighed as he took a step toward me still with the glass stretched out in front of him. He was right in front of me now staring intently at me, “I don’t like repeating myself,” he said in a darkened voice. Staring down at the contents of the blo

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

In his hand was an ornate goblet filled with a dark red liquid. I took the glass and immediately sensed the subtle, yet lethal, trace of silver dust within. The plan was a success. In full view of everyone, I slowly raised my glass, a graceful smile on my lips. “Thank you all for being here tonight. To the glory of the Nightshade Clan, and to peace and prosperity for the entire vampire world—cheers!” I drained the glass. A few seconds later, I gave a theatrical stagger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed heavily onto the floor.

Gibson said as he stole a look at the man before pulling his gaze back to the paper. “Yes. She shares the same blood group as Kimberly,” The other man said, “Previous studies confirmed that CLL patients’ most common blood group is the A group. However, after several years of research, it was proven that blood group O is predominant. Regarding CML cases, it was said that the most predominant blood group in CML patients is the O and B blood groups. The B blood group which both Rose and late Kim fall under.” There was not a single word from Gibson as he read the paper, his lips formed a thin line.

Scratching the side of my jaw, I slowly nod my head, unsure if I’m making the right decision, and ask, “Can we wait a few days, so my wife will get the chance to be at his side if he passes?” “We can do that.” “Will you require more blood from me for Nate?” My blood type is O, and it’s a very rare one, just like Nate's, who is type AB. My blood cells are very universal, giving me the benefit of being able to donate to anyone. I suppose you can say it’s a rare superpower I possess. As for Nate, he can not receive blood from just anyone. Riddled with guilt and the images of Mia using her body as a human shield to protect my abi, I offered to donate my blood to Nate without hesitation—twice.

(Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein) “…anyways….my Daughter…we need to obtained that blood, even if it was a single vial….we have to get them!..”. “Yes, Mother!….still, the starting price were just 100 000 credits….that was considerably cheap….even the last time that the blood were sold, in another nation, even with the lowest quality was at the starting price of1 million gold coins….I wonder if Aeternum don’t know about the price…they were losing a lot of money to be made here…”.(Crown Princess Angela Seraphim)

I reached forward and gripped the blade. "I Balor Bloodstone, Prince of Gardenia, give you my blood." My voice cold. I ran the blade across my palm and let the blood drip into the chalice. But this time, nothing happened. I furrowed my brow as I looked up at him. "Why isn't it doing anything?"I asked. Balthazar looked at me with a wicked smile.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

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.