Blood In The Machine Book Novels & Stories

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

The corridor went straight for a while, then ended in a single room. They stepped inside. The room was circular. In the center was a machine. It was unlike any machine they had ever seen. It was made of grey metal and dark glass, with no obvious buttons or controls. It was sleek and silent and dead. Wires ran from the machine into the walls, and one thick cable snaked across the floor and into the ceiling—undoubtedly the source of the energy drain from the Heartwood. But the machine wasn't what made them gasp. The walls of the room were not metal. They were glass. And behind the glass were pods. Dozens of them, stacked from floor to ceiling. And inside each pod was a person.

I try to move my hands to check if they are still attached, but a sharp tug on my right forearm makes me freeze. I open my eyes carefully… letting them adjust to the sterile white room. This isn't the warehouse. It is a large, high-tech medical room filled with machines I have never seen before in my life. The screens are glowing with blue and green numbers, tracking things that make no sense to me. I look down at my arm and my heart hitches. There is a heavy IV line tapped into my vein, but the fluid running through the clear tube isn't clear medicine or normal saline. It is thick, dark, and glows with a strange crimson hue. It looks like blood, but it feels heavy, pumping straight into my

The constant sound of beeping fills my head and it only serves to agitate the anxiety that is growing within me. Holding my arms in front of me, I see many wires and tubes running in different directions from all over my torso. One by one I rip the wires from my body as I try to get up from the bed. The machines begin to beep erratically with each wire that I rip from my body. Finally I pull the final tube from my skin and blood begins to pour from my arm. "Fuck," I groan as I look down at the blood that is now dripping from my arm. But it doesn't stop me from trying to get to my feet.

Their family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Chase's mini-empire was also crumbling due to his feud with our family. Lucille still brought him back to the Gervais family. When her father saw him, I heard he immediately shot him in the chest. His injury was way worse this time. Due to overwhelming grief, Lucille lost a lot of blood during childbirth, and her baby didn't survive. In the aftermath of such sorrow, the Gervais family took their anger out on Chase. I heard he was taken back to the Gervais family and severely beaten. In the end, he succumbed to his fatal injuries.

she hissed, her voice a dry, terrifying rattle. "Hear what? There’s nothing but the machines." "The metadata," Kade whispered, leaning in so close Sam could smell the chemical tang of her breath. "It’s screaming. They didn't just change the dates. They buried the bodies in the code. Robbin’s voice is in the pixels. Can't you hear her laughing?"

The cops stared at each other and stared back at her. “We have no idea what you are talking about but we are here because of this book. Your fingerprints were on them, so… You were definitely at the crystal water beach” they said. Emma had her eyes fixed on the book. She blinked repeatedly. “It was the book from that day, the game book. How did it get to them?” She thought, moving back away from them.

The ceiling blurred. When it was over, I barely felt my own skin. Someone rolled in a machine. After what felt like the end of the world. Metal clinked. Wheels squeaked. I turned my head weakly, vision swimming. The shape came into focus inch by inch, tubes, bags, needles. Clear chambers meant for liquid. Blood. My stomach dropped. Recognition slammed into me harder than any blow. My father has this type of machine. The one he used when pain wasn’t enough.

The giant needle did not look like a doctors tool. It looked like a silver tooth. It was hollow and filled with a liquid. The liquid moved inside the glass like trapped smoke. It was thick. Changed between gold and black colors. "Benson wait!" June shouted. She tried to pull her hand from the machine.. The old mans grip was strong. He was thin. Looked weak but his fingers felt like iron. It was not his muscles moving his hand. It was the power of the machines connected to his wheelchair. He was part of the computer now.

Machines beside them hummed steadily, something like dialysis units, pulling thick, black blood from their bodies. It looked just like what she had seen back at the Sovereign Academy, when Eric had turned. But this was different. That blood wasn't going back in. It was being drained out, funneled into long, clear tubes. The same tubes she had seen being transported upstairs. Right then, a sharp beep echoed from one of the cage rooms. Hayley turned toward the sound. Inside, a zombie lay completely drained, shriveled like a dried corpse. Its gray-white eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, unmoving.