Blood Isn't Always Thicker Than Water Novels & Stories

"All I know is that you need blood to survive, and the younger the victim, the tastier it is." I shook my head at what she said. "That’s an old superstition. That’s just a story people tell. The truth is, blood tastes the same, and it depends on the vampire’s taste buds and mood how they experience it." In reality, we need blood to maintain a healthy body. I wouldn't call it medicine, but rather a supplement that keeps us healthy. Over the last few decades, studies have shown that vampires can survive without drinking blood, but they easily become weak and lose their vitality.

Then, she scooted away from the bedside, avoiding the bloody floor. "I...” Luveas paused, “…will keep it in mind.” He was surprised. He glanced towards the bloody meal that he provided for her. So, elves don’t drink blood, he concluded inwardly. Then, he removed the meat and hid it inside the basket; away from her sight, although it was already too late for that now. Amethyst looked at him scrutinizingly. “Do you not know the difference between water and blood?” she asked. Luveas glanced at her. “I know,” he answered, “but, to us, blood is water.”

If they wanted to control the enemy to the greatest extent, it was obvious that directly cutting off the flow of water was the best choice. Could they make such a big scene on the river? Of course, they could. But Chi Meng didn't know that there were special people monitoring the sea of blood. If there was no one, the people below might not know even if you made such a noise underground. Moreover, the Blood River had always been a river, so it had the characteristics of a river and water. What was special about the river water was its ability to heal itself. They tried their best to swim upstream, but in the end, there might be no movement down there.

“We all possess our flaws and weaknesses.” “I think Aislen is having one of those moments,” Meguitte sighed heavily, bracing the heel of her hand on the countertop and leaning onto her arm wearily. “This idea of neutralizing the contamination in the water makes sense in a way, but in practicality…” She gestured her frustration with her hands. “Every measurement of the water varies. How can we determine how much vampire blood is needed if we cannot get a steady measurement?”

I shouldn't. "No" Ril replied and Rag turned towards me sadly. He pushed a blood bag into my hand "Then, you drink some. Although I wonder if you need any energy because you are lazily staying in my brother's arms" He said sarcastically. Blood! It is a little different. I have never seen it properly, but now that I see it. It looks similar, but not exactly the same, as human blood. It looks more watery than blood. What about the smell? I was about to smell it, but Ril snatched it from me quickly.

Anita started checking Blake's wound; as she spoke, "The reason why I stopped you from giving him the water was because he is losing too much blood, and if you give him water, you will only dilute the little blood that is left in his body which can lead to his death. What I need now is a blood bag that matches his blood type and Intravenous fluids bag" "What is an Intravenous fluid," said one of the goons. Usually, they can heal themselves pretty fast, so they rarely, if ever, frequent a human hospital; if it wasn't for the bullet stuck in Blake's thigh, then he would be completely healed after a night of good rest and food.

Natasha gritted her teeth in anger. Beatrice adjusted her sitting posture, "But is the situation that serious? The news described the illness as a mere seizure, how come it's so dire now?" Natasha could feel a headache coming on, "Yes it was a serious seizure but what worsened the patient's illness is different. He needs steady blood transfusion too but his blood type isn't available anywhere in the country or out. He has a blood type so rare that it's called golden blood. Only fifty people are known to possess it in the whole world!"

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

And I know, with a certainty that chills deeper than the wind, that the next wave to hit us won’t be made of water. It will be made of blood.

I know what you’re thinking. Blood is blood, so what’s the big deal? Fresh blood straight from the vein always tastes better than a bag. Try to think about the difference between drinking a cold soda and a warm and, worse, flat soda. That’s how I feel about the difference between fresh blood and a blood bag.