Blood Is Thicker Novels & Stories

Felix didn't waste time on pleasantries and immediately approached the gathered bodies. After examining them for over ten minutes, Felix walked back to Xena. "It doesn't appear to be the work of Necrobound, but I can't rule it out entirely. All these people are missing their lifeblood." Lifeblood—also known as vital essence—was the deep red blood that flowed directly from the heart's main artery. In traditional medicine, it was considered the essence of life, derived from the transformation of nutrients by the spleen and stomach, and crucial to a person's health.

The tempo of his pulse slowed from a high-intensity pop song to a romantic ballad, low and lazy. She learned in that moment that human blood was very different from werewolf blood. Werewolf blood was like a rich, full-bodied wine or a gourmet dessert. It was exquisite, exotic, captivating, but you couldn't fill yourself up on it if you tried. Human blood was like candy. It was so hyper-sweet that you didn't want to stop consuming it and it gave you an instant rush of endorphins and energy, but that high wasn't meant to last.

She tried to concentrate enough to will the sky to return to its previous state, but to her astonishment, it only darkened even further. "What's going on?" Adea muttered to herself. She soon realized the water felt thicker than before. She turned her head over to look at the water. It was almost too dark to see clearly, but the substance in which she lied had become thick and dark in color like maroon. At first, Adea thought it was merely reflecting the obscure light of the heavens above her, but it did not take long to realize the horrifying truth: the water had turned to blood.

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

This is the first time that someone had a lucky shot and did this damage. Speaking of damage, I don't know how much I'm actually hurt. With the two kids watching me and waiting for me, I decide to look down at my cuts to see what's going on. And to my surprise, I see that the three cuts are worse than I thought. Blood is oozing out in steady rivulets. I find out by dipping my finger onto it that the blood is thicker and stickier, and that's not just something that's caused by the blood drying up.

Aiden’s eyes flicked between the doctor and the paper in his hand, his chest rising and falling sharply. “But… something else was found in her system.” Dr. Marvin hesitated, watching Aiden’s face closely. Aiden lifted his head sharply, waiting. “We found Bloodthorn Resin in her blood.” Aiden’s eyes widened instantly. A cold wave shot through his body. Bloodthorn Resin… A dark red sap that hardened like glass when exposed to air. A drop in a wound could kill a werewolf. It thickens the blood, making healing impossible. “What?” Aiden breathed, the word ripped out of him.

“Then give it to him. Why are you standing here talking to me? Don't you buy blood for these situations? We even have a reserve, if I remember correctly. Use the supply!” “We tried,” Vance says, his voice dropping an octave. “But Odin’s blood is… extraordinary. He has a rare sub-type—a Rh-null variant. It’s what we call ‘Golden Blood.’ The universal O-Negative supply would cause a fatal hemolytic reaction. He can only receive blood from someone with the exact same rare markers.” I freeze, the room suddenly feeling five degrees colder. “We attempted to pull from the Thorne Family Reserve—the units stored for your sons and your late husband. But the cross-match was a disaster. Not only did the

I felt my cheeks heat, “I mean… I already messed up by spilling something on his suit.” “Ah, I see.” A warm smile spread across her face, “I don’t think you need to worry about that. He’s usually pretty chill about those kinds of things. Besides, from what I heard this morning, you are his…uh…blood vessel. Your job requirement isn't much for real. Just make sure you eat enough fruit so you won’t get anemic when you start serving him your blood.” My cheeks were crimson as I listened to her speak, “Oh… thank you, I guess.”

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

"Why are you using spilled blood instead of thick blood as you had done before?" His grandfather laughed at him with plunged eyes. "Spilled blood is what I want to show you and not thick blood," his grandfather said then twisted the leaves and showed him. "Where did all the blood in these leaves come from?" "A hen," his grandfather said, "but it does not signify the blood of a hen, it represents the blood of a four men and a woman." "Why are they four men and only one woman?" "Because women are the weaker link among the two genders. Take a look at the leaves," his grandfather said and showed him the five leaves. Four of them were rich with nutrients and were dark green while the other was la