Blood Is Thicker Than Water Origins Novels & Stories

Its cries were weak and thready, a sound that seemed to give up before it reached the walls. "It's a plague," Elira whispered, her voice thick with dread. "Not a plague," Thane corrected, his jaw tight, a muscle flickering. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, staring instead at the suffering family. "They're fading. I've listened to them talk. It's the water. They all drink from the same source."

Blood is thicker than water. It was a very popular saying, conveying the message that those who you share blood with are your family. And to most, that was the truth. DNA is what links you to love- a familial love you can only find in one place. And that's those you're related to. Parents, siblings, aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents. That's your one and only family.

"You think you can trust them more than your own blood?" "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb," he says. "Did you know that is the true origin of that phrase? It means that the blood we shed in battle and the vows we make are more important than the families we are born into. It means," he says, leaning forward, his acrid breath washing over my face, "that these men are more my family than you ever were."

Is this what my family wanted? Blood is thicker than water? Well, that blood doesn't matter anymore. If I'm the disgraced one, I'm ready to drag them through the mud with me.

“Under the blood.” “You were not well,” she looked up at him, remembering how ill he had been. “No,” his smile and eyes were soft, and he stroked back a lock of her hair. “I was far from well.” “I fed you constantly,” she told him. “And you just got thinner and thinner. I am so glad that’s behind us. I wonder if we will ever know why it affects some people one way, and others another?” “I was infected during the first flush of water through the river when the water was full of obstacles, and I had been injured by debris…”

“That he stole your mate – Dominic and Roger’s mother. I don’t want to belong to his bloodline.” Henry clucks and brushes my hair back from my face. “None of us can change where we come from, Ella.” He states softly. “But your upbringing taught you a lesson most of us don’t learn until much later in life: the family you choose can be a thousand times better than the one you were born into. Blood may be thicker than water – but so are a lot of things… mayonnaise, frosting, gravy…”

My blurred vision was making me heave so I close my eyes and crawl in the direction I think it is. I feel the cold tile floor of the bathroom on my hands and flop forwards embracing it's coolness on my body. My throat started to burn again like she was clawing at me from the inside tearing her way up. I grit my teeth and grip onto the bath tub pulling myself up. I fall into the tub in a huge splash sending water everywhere. I drink at the blood stained water greedily trying to soothe my thirst. The cold water does little to soothe the burning like earlier and my breathing picks up as I pant through my mouth.

Intrigued, Lucjan said, “The suspense is killing me. Just tell us already.” Thomas said, “The reason for the mutation of the Blood Race’s blood is a long story. A millennium ago, the ancestor of the Blood Race once gathered the world’s greatest martial artists to slay the dragon. However, only the ancestor survived. As he was contaminated with the dragon’s blood, it caused his blood to mutate. This created the Blood Race of today.” “Is that really true?” Lucjan could not believe his ears.

I say as I struggle to get away from myself. “It’s because I had to do it. You’re foolish. You’re absolutely foolish. How could you even think that I would betray my dad and be with you? I know that we share not so good bond with each other but how can you forget that he is my dad? I have his blood in my veins and don’t you know the saying, blood is always thicker than water. I cannot betray my blood for a girl like you,” he says pulling my head close to his body.

"So I’m going to show them what a real catastrophe looks like." The hunt was no longer about power. It was about the blood spilled twenty years ago. And for the Old Guard, the ghost had finally come home to collect.