Blood Is Thicker Than Water Origins Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

Mr Edison spoke up with no emotion at all. He had no single compassion for Mira and her late parents. The popular quote, “ Blood is thicker than water ” doesn't apply to him at all as he believes that acquiring wealth was everything. Even if it involves shedding the blood of his blood relations. He was ready to do it as long as he got what he wanted! “ Dad, I overheard you and secretary Dan talking about some 15% shares of the company in the hands of some unknown person. '' Elina spoke up.

I hover my bleeding palm over the bowl and let the blood drip into the bowl. I watch as our blood drops swirl around in the bowl as if playing a wresting match, then they swirl in the water before finally joining together. Their juncture emanates a hissing voice and for a second I fear that the initiation will be rejected, that the blood drops won’t mix. Instead, our blood mixes seamlessly in the water and I watch in awe as the liquid in the water becomes dark. The liquid leaves its water-like consistency and I watch as it becomes thicker and darker, like actual blood has been poured into the bowl instead of a few droplets.

One day, Dad called me, his voice low and solemn as he said, "Daphne, Lucille's father and brother were beaten to death overseas by their former subordinates." They had tried to force Lucille's father and brother to hand over money, but they simply didn't have enough to give. In the end, the mob went wild and beat them to death. Hearing this, I thought it was truly brutal. But thinking about it, I felt like it all made sense. They had killed Chase, and now, they were killed by their own men. Perhaps this was karma.

He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore. 'Ethan, don't you remember that I can't swim?' The moment my body fell, I thought I saw his face go pale. His eyes seemed to be filled with disbelief. Of course, it was all a lie, but at that moment, I truly believed he loved me. I was terrified of water. When Ethan was ambushed and thrown into a river years ago, it was me who saved him. The price I paid was steep. My limbs had gone numb from the icy water, and when I woke up, the doctor told me I would never have children.

At last, Rachel spoke, her voice breaking with tears, "Mrs. Ashford, thank God you’re back! Serena runs wild in this house. Mr. Ashford spoils her beyond belief. She didn’t just break my fingers. She’s left the other guards beaten and crippled. Some of them can’t even walk without crutches now…" So that explained why half our security team had vanished. Serena had grown this brazen. Influenced by my past, Adrian always believed fighting and injuries were no big deal. After all, I’d once been the one to clean up the messes. However, that was more than a decade ago. Now we lived in a society governed by law. Every crime had consequences. That was why I’d washed my hands of the underworld. The

But underneath that beauty was something cruel. ‘So the Pureblood beings can live longer as humans?” I said quietly. Maureen didn’t answer, but I could feel her agreement. It was a quiet pulse in the back of my mind, and full of restrained rage. The spiritual water wasn’t some miracle cure for drunkenness. It was put there to eradicate half-bloods like me. I stared at the basin one last time, then turned away. The shine of it followed me as though it was still waiting for me to turn my back and drink it foolishly.

It was the Introduction to the Neighborhood. ​The Day of the Open Blood ​On the surface, the "First Day of the Third Edition" was a quiet, internal revolution. Because the Genetic Scriptorium had unlocked the "History of the Blood," the old social hierarchies of the Thorne-Vane era had collapsed in an afternoon. You couldn't lie about your "Credit" when your DNA carried the holographic record of every kindness and every betrayal your ancestors had ever committed.