Blood Isn't Always Thicker Than Water 소설 & 이야기

"The last question is, only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flows. Present in the sun but not in the rain, doing no harm and feeling no pain. What am I?" "Holy shit!" I cursed and stamped my feet on the floor while racking my brain so hard. Cass on the other hand kept snapping his fingers like he knew the answer but it decided to hide in a compact corner of his brain the day he really needed it. My hearts raced faster than an antelope being chased by a predator and that was quite unusual for vampires because we don't need to breathe as much as a human does. I guess it is the paranoia seeping into my pores again and messing with me when I needed to collect my thou

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.

I requested. Blood wine is a wine that is made out of human blood, it was permeated for years, made into blood and it has a different type of smell and taste, compared to normal human blood that hasn’t been permeated. “Yes sir.” The guard responded and rushed toward the direction of the cellar. — Who said vampires don’t get a migraine in the morning? Especially when they take something strong? My head feels like it is going to explode. I held my head in place, sitting up from my position and I looked around the room, hoping I will find a bottle of water perhaps.

he commanded, after blocking the two health workers. That action earned Theo an unreadable glare from the doctor. His chaotic appearance required the doctor to subtly refuse Theo's request. "Do it quickly, damn it!" he swore irritably. "Sorry again, sir. We can't do it. Rh-null is the golden blood or the rarest blood in the world. You are injured and seem to have lost a lot of blood. We can't take the risk of jeopardizing your life." Theo growled at the doctor's words. He acted violently, disrespectfully, by pulling the collar of the man in front of him high.

“I mean, it’s so much more than just blood, right? If we just wanted blood, it wouldn’t take so damned long to make the Cocktail. Am I wrong here?” “You have it right,” answered Mia. “Father would be the first to agree with you. And honestly, I asked him the same thing months ago. You know what he told me? “‘Blood’s everything. All the other things we gather - marrow, skin, liver, brain, teeth - none matter as much. Without blood, none of them work. Take yourself, for example. Without my blood, you wouldn’t be as capable and as powerful as you are now. That’s the way it is with the Cocktail.’

Theo watched, mesmerized, as it spread across her skin, creating intricate patterns that almost looked like armor. "Look at this, Theo," she said softly, her voice low but clear. "Water is powerful, but it's also adaptable. It can take any shape, flow around any obstacle. It finds its way through even the smallest cracks. It's a reminder that we have to be flexible, even when we're facing something that seems impossible."

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

“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?”

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