Blood Is Thicker Novels & Stories

I stood up. “Did you go for a blood test to see if you have the same blood type as the patient? The patient has hemophilia, excessive bleeding from the nose. Now the patient is anemic, a rare blood type!" Oh my god, it's rare blood. Simon, why didn't you tell me you have a rare blood type.

“He won’t help you. His guilt will keep him in there, unmoving. He’s going to watch me kill you, and he’s not going to do anything about it. He’s going to come back to your kingdom and tell everyone what happened. And soon you will be a distant memory.” I grab her foot, extending my claws again and tearing through her flesh. More of her pungent blood spatters on me, but this time, I note the change in consistency. Her blood seems to be getting… thicker. Even her skin is harder to penetrate with just my claws. Even just scratching against her bone is creating sparks. It seems that her body is creating a way to make itself stronger and more resilient. Harder to kill. And now the pressure she’s

My teeth slid from my gums, and I sank them into the vein pulsating against my tongue. He gasped, and I felt Tyler rise from the couch and take his hand. "Jason, open your eyes," she was saying. "Watch me …" I hadn't put up a wall. They wanted the lust … but maybe it was too much for a newbie. Jason's blood was thick compared to Tyler's and the other donors, who had been on blood thinners for years. I liked the change.

He held a silver platter full of the red drink "Is that blood?" I questioned "Why yes miss. These here are the rare O negative blood types. We also both A and B positive if you prefer" he said offering a glass of blood to me. I just stared at him. The way he was talking about blood like it was a fine wine blew me away. Was he serious? But the expectant look on his face answered that question. Not to mention all the fangers in the room downing the glasses. Just watching them made my throat ache with thirst.

That was enough. "The spell takes time," she said. "How much time?" "Weeks. Maybe more. Blood is stubborn." Obelix shifted in his chair. It creaked under his weight. "You said you could read it quickly." "I said I could try." The sage did not look up from the bowl between them. The liquid inside was dark, thick, the color of old wine, and it pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. "The blood does not want to be read. Something is blocking me."

He made me feel like maybe things didn’t have to be so heavy all the time. Still smiling, I walked toward the sink after I was done and turned on the faucet to rinse my hands. And that’s when it happened. At first, it looked normal. Clear, cold water running over my fingers, the way it always did. But then— It changed. In the blink of an eye. The water turned thick. Dark. Red. Blood. It poured over my hands like something out of a nightmare, coating my skin, the sink, everything. My breath caught.

“Do you hear how fast it’s going?” I don’t answer him. I’m lost in a kind of ecstasy that borders on an orgasm. “When her blood thickens and her heart slows down, you need to stop. That’s why we don’t bite into big veins or arteries, they bleed out too fast and we barely get any nourishment.” I can barely hear anything Aldric is saying. The warm blood is like a drug. I want more and more of it. The best part is when her blood starts to thicken up a bit and her heart slows down. The blood tastes different, richer somehow.

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.

“Hmmm….You are not doing it right, not draining them correctly! The best blood comes out when meat is .. shall we say “tenderized!!! Torture does wonders for the blood flow.. Also, this is too old.. blah... you need younger blood!!! I personally prefer infants.. You should try it sometime!! You are missing out!!!” I stared at her baffled and somehow found myself in awe of her. Whomever this woman was - she was monster, a real monster, and that was rich coming from me. “She is a true monster – and she is stronger than us. I still would not mind tearing her apart”, Bella chimed in. “Sit down Queen Rowena” she said, casually observing my facial expressions, as if she were bored almost.

"It will be ready in a few more days. Is that enough time for you to do what you need to before then? I am afraid if we rush this process it might not be as strong as we need it to be. From what I can tell already, there is a thick component to her blood. One that I have not seen in many, many years." "Do you mean to say she has a rare blood type?" I asked, now intrigued by his findings. "From what I can tell, that might be it. Although I am not going to say what it is just yet. It has been quite difficult to find something that works to control the blood so far, but I am getting closer to finding out what will work. That is why I ask you to give me a few more days." Balmerian turned back ar