Blood Sample Calamity Novels & Stories

“I don’t think I’m ready for what I might find.” And that’s the absolute truth. I still remember the words I heard that day, five years ago. ‘White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.’ I’m terrified of what it might mean for me…and for Kael. Quentin’s head bobs. “I understand. But what if this happens again, and you’re not there to salvage it immediately?” We both stare at Kael’s hair while he munches happily on his cookies.

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. Samuel smiles and I can see that he is pleased by the results. He lifts the bowl and comes to stand behind me and it takes me a second to guess what’s about to happen. “As you can see, blood is thicker than water,” I panic a little because I know why I’m wearing white clothes. I have a second to take a deep breath before Samuel upends the bowl of blood and splashes it onto my head. I feel the blood seeping through my skin, and my clothes, making them stick to my body. I watch as the blood trickles down my body and I close my mou

“However, this blood sample appears to be slightly different. I believe this discrepancy was because the sample I used today and the others I tried before came from different individuals, which could explain the differing test results. Consequently, I attempted to conduct experiments based on this assumption… but I failed.” He released a heavy sigh. “There are two potential explanations for the failure. Either my initial research direction was wrong, or the person who provided the blood sample had a similar, yet subtly different disease.” “A different disease?” I asked in surprise. Spike nodded. “I believe I might have been mistaken from the beginning because I wasn’t aware that the blood sa

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.

SHADOW “What is it, Dr. Sallie?” Califf was the first one to ask. “I’d never seen anything like this before.” Dr. Sallie got up from her chair, working on the microscope. “What do you mean?” I was still confused, but judging by the look on her face, there was more bad news to come. “See it for yourself.” I went first and looked through the lens. “What am I seeing here?” “I saw a different blood cell in Calder’s blood.”

Amy said, bowing her head, but she dared not meet her eyes with Selena’s cold one. Suddenly, the doors to the ICU swung open, and a nurse hurried out, her forehead glistening with sweat, panic visible across her face. "I’m sorry," she gasped, her voice filled with urgency, "but none of the blood samples we’ve tested match the victim's blood type. We need more people to test, and we have very little time."

"Uhm. I… I’m afraid we have some bad news sir.” My grip on the phone tightened. “Bad news?” She stalled on the line, like her brain just blue-screened. “Your sample… it’s gone. It went missing from our storage.” “Missing? What the hell do you mean missing?"

Shut the fuck up! “A minor accident? Your little stunt destroyed almost a hundred samples of blood that hadn’t even been tested yet. You’ve set this clinic back weeks in terms of work.” She began, “We have to go back and find all the people whose bloods were drawn and tell them: ‘Hi, you know how we took your blood before? Well, it got destroyed and now we have to stab you with another needle to collect more blood.’ How do you think that conversation is going to go?” I opened my mouth to answer, but she held up her hand, interrupting me.

Her breath hitched when she saw it—the single drop of blood trailing from the corner of Damion’s mouth. His fingers twitched. His shoulders sagged slightly. His chest rose and fell, slower, heavier. Something was wrong. The relief on Carmela’s face melted into horror as her eyes dropped lower. A dark stain spread across his white dress shirt, blooming from his lower back. Blood. So much blood. It dripped down, pooling onto the cold concrete beneath him. Damion took a staggering step forward. His gun slipped from his fingers, clattering against the ground. Then—his knees buckled.

Alexander Tyrone. The man whom I had fallen helplessly in love with. Dante and Enzo were there as well but they were busy with some papers. "Are you okay?" I snapped back, turning to stare at Sam as he dropped the coffee on the table. "Yes, I'm fine." I took a deep breath and smiled. "You look pale. Are you sick?" He reached forward and placed a hand on my forehead. I internally cringed and looked back at the other table. "I'm fine, Sam," I said a little too sharply and immediately cussed under my breath.