Novel & Cerita Blood Is Thicker

What kind of a person threatens his own flesh and blood? I want to push him back, I want to corner him against the wall and make him wheeze and scream for mercy as I wrap my hands around his throat and watch the life leave those anyway dead eyes. I want to warn him not to even think about Alejandro ever again, because Alejandro is mine and I won’t let anyone threaten what’s mine.

I just knew that I needed to do something real quick. But as soon as I opened them, I noticed something that sent a shiver down my spine - the color of the lady's blood seemed to be changing, darkening to an unnatural hue. I knew that wasn't normal. Something was very wrong. Her blood was meant to be red in nature, but hers was getting darker. What was probably wrong? Why was her blood changing ? What would be the reason for this ? I muttered silently. My mind raced, But then I suddenly had a realization. My mouth opened uncontrollable as I spilled out in a low tone

She stated vehemently, "Your blood is running through my veins, a good reminder that I would have died right there in that hospital if it wasn't for you. I had three months to live...THREE. I was diagnosed with Coronary Heart Disease and I only had three months to live but you saved my life. I've been here for more than three months and I've never felt so alive." His nostrils flared and he snorted indignantly, "You think it was a coincidence that you suddenly developed a heart disease that couldn't be cured by your world's medicine?" "What do you mean by that?" Her brows furrowed in confusion. "My blood is running through your veins." He stated matter-of-factly as if it answered everything,

The moment they walked through the door, he shut the door and locked it all with his mind. "How?" she gasped, gazing at the door behind her in awe. He shrugged. "Purity of blood? Better blood circulation? More vitamins? The purity of blood means less work for bodily function," he predicted as he began to remove his shirt to get into something more comfortable. "There's probably a scientific reason out there that a specialist could explain."

Behind my back, Adrian had been covering up all of this. The doctors handed me a stack of prescriptions. The psychiatric medications alone were overwhelming. I was leading Lila out when Serena roared past in the Rolls-Royce recklessly and struck down an elderly woman. She didn’t apologize and kicked the old woman instead. A crowd gathered, shouting in outrage, but Serena sneered, her voice shrill with arrogance, "My dad’s the richest man in town. I do what I want. What can you do about it?" Then Martha, the housekeeper, stepped in to back her. "Being hit by my granddaughter’s car is a blessing! Get out of here!"

I turned to Sol and asked, "Is this enough for you?" He nodded and pulled out a small vial of O positive from the larger pool supply in front of us. "Usually, this is all I need through the week." I was shocked by his statement. I listened as he continued. "Older purebloods need less blood to survive than the younger ones." I felt my eyebrows pull together at the information. What Sol told me now was different from what I had heard since I was a child, and I wasn't sure whether to believe his admission or not.

“Do you not bleed red?” She beams, her crystal green eyes glittering. She stabs her thumb, and I gasp at the sight of blood so black, it could be tar. “Werewolves bleed black, Vampires bleed blue, Fae blood is ichor, Lycans…well, they don’t bleed. They have skin thicker than Adamantine. Though, if I were to take a wild guess—” “Vampires? Lycans?” My voice is faint, breathy. My gaze zeroes in on her finger and the wound that is now closed. “You’re a werewolf?”

"Polycythemia Vera is a rare condition where my body produces too many red blood cells, white blood cells, and platelets. It leads to thicker blood, making circulation more challenging," As he delved deeper into the details, Blaze illustrated the impact on his health. "This excess of blood cells can result in complications like blood clots, which can be severe. It also puts strain on the heart and may cause issues with spleen function," he adds with a sigh. In the ensuing quietude, Astrid wrestled with words, a fleeting pause before she softly asked, "Blaze, coping with all that must have been tough. How do you manage it?"

’ I make a clear cut down the forearm, where the stiff muscles are as they would be on any other dead body. ‘Curses start deforming the body much earlier than the effects show. The blood gets thicker and darker. It doesn’t react to poison the way it should.’ Samples of blood have been taken earlier, and labeled in different pieces of glass. I draw a small bottle of pure wolfs bane from my pocket and put a drop in the container containing ruby red blood, swirl the blood. A lycan’s blood reacts to it by turning black. The contents turn inky. The container clatters nosily as I set it down.

The pain rolled through me in waves, deep and hot and suffocating, starting from my chest and spreading outward until my fingers tingled and my knees buckled. I stumbled to the bed and collapsed onto it, breath already coming in short broken pulls. Then it got worse. My vision blurred and then sharpened in a way that made no sense. I could see my arms. My chest. My hands clutching the sheets. But underneath that, deeper, I saw something else. My blood. I do not know how to explain it without sounding insane. I could see it moving. Dark. Too dark even. Not the bright red you see in textbooks or movies. This was thick and shadowed, almost black, rushing through my veins like it carried weight