Novel & Cerita Blood Is Thicker

(ZILO’S POINT OF VIEW) "She’s in hypovolemic shock, Nomo! The bandages aren't holding because the blood is too high-energy—it’s literally burning through the gauze!" Zilo shouted, his voice rising to a frantic pitch. He pressed his palms against the wounds on Sofia’s arms, feeling the terrifying, thrumming heat of her sapphire blood. It wasn't like human blood; it felt alive, vibrating with a frequency that made his own bones ache.

“What are you trying to say?” ​He passed us a document. “This is a bit tough to interpret, but glance at the third column. It displays the red and white blood cell tallies along with platelet levels. The upper line displays Lyanna’s figures from today. White blood cell tallies are incredibly high, similar to a shifter. That’s the reason we almost never fall ill. The platelets are through the roof, which explains the healing factor we possess. It makes perfect sense, right? Because Lyanna has shifter blood.” We both gave a nod, but Doc shook his head. “That’s the trouble. The blood from before indicates that she is entirely human. Cell and platelet tallies are exactly where an average human’s

I growled, placing my palm on his chest to shove him out of my face but pushing the fucker felt like moving a steady brick wall. "You know the thing about human blood," the smug expression on his face had me narrowing my eyes into slits, "it doesn't just quench our thirst. It makes us faster," he did a loop around me before I could take in a single breath, "and it makes us stronger." Julian reared his arm up and swung forward with both force and speed.

Christopher pulled at one of his hands but found he could not break the leather and metal combination. "But that led to nowhere. There was nothing within the blood that I could manipulate that would translate back into the host. So I tried something else. It was an accident," he tossed the vial into his other hand in a careful move. "Well," he cocked his head, "almost an accident." He gave a chuckle. "I never meant to kill the vampire girl but it was either her or me that night." Christopher tugged harder at both restraints on his hands. His breathing began to be anything but regular. "Vampires blood is darker than werewolves or humans. Thicker too. It courses through their veins slowly, kee

I stir my spoon around my oatmeal. "This is gross." "Eat it, darling, " Aunt Tara whispers. "I can't." "You have therapy today. You will need your strength." Perhaps Aunt Tara is right. Whatever happens today, I need energy for therapy. They will dissect my brain. And that will zap my energy. I twist the spoon around. I take five big bites and call it quits. That satisfies Aunt Tara. I fill up on coffee. Liquid is better than nothing. At least liquid will leave my body quickly.

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"

"Zack belongs to the pack. He belongs to me. If I find out you’ve been doing more than healing in that cottage, you’ll find out how we deal with intruders." I didn't give her the satisfaction of an answer. I just walked out into the hallway and leaned against the cold wall, gasping for clean air. Every word she spoke was a threat to my triplets, but a deeper, medical dread was settling in my gut. This was the biological manifestation of the 'Thinning.' In the medical world of shifters, the Thinning wasn't just a spiritual myth. It was a biological crisis that happened when a pack's energy was being drained.

Now she must drink it like it is normal, but this is far from normal. Vastria took a deep breath in and out then reached for the glass. She brought it before her looking into the red color of the blood. It was thick and smooth. She could smell sweet metallic with something she could not figure out. She could not imagine that blood could smell this good. She closed her eyes taking in the scent of the blood bringing the glass to her lips. She drank it down like sweet wine. It tasted divine as Vastria licked her lips.

Our pack wasn’t big enough to have slaves like that. Besides, Alpha Anthony used me as his slave most of the time. “Well, unlike regular slaves like us, blood slaves are treated differently. They have to remain alive, healthy, and pure. Blood quality depends on their well-being, so they are pretty much the royalty of slaves.” “And what determines a blood slave?” I found myself asking, curious about the ways of a vampire and the slaves that they keep. “Natural blood quality, compatibility, and rarity. Their blood is… special. Vampires eat regular food like anybody, but blood makes them stronger and heightens their natural abilities. The better the blood, the stronger they become.”

but flesh and blood? Flesh and blood was stronger. Because flesh and blood could heal.