Blood One Piece Novels & Stories

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.

"How can you leave a girl in that condition? She has broken ribs, internal bleeding, and signs of prolonged starvation. Even for a pureblood, this is barbaric." "She is lucky she can still bleed," I said, standing up to meet his gaze. "Does the blood match?" Romilly sighed, the fight draining out of him. He handed me the chart. "It matches. She is a pureblood. High concentration, no dilution. It is a miracle she is alive at all." Rory didn't even look over. He just pushed off the wall and started walking toward the exit. He had raised the doubt, and now that he was proven wrong, he acted like the conversation was beneath him.

He said, his voice was trembling. I was getting tired. So tired. I closed my eyes finally. Everything faded and went black. After what felt like a few minutes, I heard voices again. But it was distant and muffled. Like they were coming from under the water. "...blood loss was severe..." "...lucky the blade missed the major artery..." "...another centimeter and she would be dead..." I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. Then I managed to open it a little wider. All I could see was white. Everything was in white, the ceiling, the lights.

“We already know the answer to that, don’t we, Xena?” I let him have his moment. For now. And just like that, our world shifted. Not with war. Not with blood. But with a single vow, sealed beneath a Venetian sky.

Thankfully, he changed the subject, pointing to Dillan. “You were the slowest, falling in less than a minute on the easiest pillar,” he said, causing the other guys to all snicker at him. “That menuver you tried was ballsy, I’ll give you that, but obviously it failed miserably. Feel free to come back and try again.” He was about to meander off as another group stepped up and began putting the harnesses on, but stopped when Ben spoke again. “Ayla,” Ben suddenly said, going stiff next to me. “Why is there blood on your back?”

All of which were noticed by Nexus. Jaxon, who did not give a damn about other’s people, did not even glance at them. His eyes still pinned on either OR 1 or OR 2. Yet he still continued, “That is a very rare blood you know. Apparently, only 1 out of tens of thousands got this kind of blood type. The rare Bombay Blood.”

And if not, every tiny bit of their bones, skins, and fleshes was being shattered which caused blood everywhere. “You all want the blood prince…I will be glad to serve it to you…” Vladimir muttered as the darkness of his blood prince side was taking over which made his sounding start to flood with blood. He falls. Nobody could tell where it came from but the ground was indeed covered with blood and with each step that Vladimir made, can be toxic to whoever remained prey in his way. ‘Don’t kill everyone, I’m already going to save them and take them with me.’ “Suite yourself.” Vladimir coldly responded to the heavy sigh of Celestial Ceres.

he said as he dropped the bleeding boy on the deck and gestured for his men to leave. All five of the acquaintances of the buff man started to go to the boat that they used to escape. The buff man held a lighter and they it at the corpse of Gabriel Mezzaluna, and his hand was pierced with his own knife as he screamed and dropped to one knee. He looked up and saw that the little boy was now looking at him face to face with a determined look on his eyes. The boy’s hand was bleeding, but it was tied using a piece of cloth that looked like it was torn from the little boy’s shirt. The kid’s eyes glowed as the fire grew and ate Gabriel Mezzaluna’s clothes along with his dismembered body.

"By the way, have you received the specimen?" "Yes, I am actually on my way to get his blood results," Perth paused for a while, and I heard indistinctive noises from the background. I turned at Port, watching Ben 10 on the television, unbothered. "Eros, don't be shocked!" he sounded with urgency. "Spill," "Port has golden blood," "He does?" my eyes went out from the news. Having golden blood was rare; the ratio was 1 in every 6 million people. It also has its advantages and disadvantages. I knew because I was one of them.