Blood Sweat Respect Novels & Stories

Rossa smiled again as she looked at her friend. After Ema left, the small room became quiet once more. Rossa slowly tried to sit up and stand. Her body immediately trembled from the lingering pain. Her clothes were already stained with blood and dirt. Holding her breath, she slowly began removing her clothes. And that was when— she saw her own body. Covered in dog bite wounds. Her shoulders. Her arms. Her back. Her waist. There was barely any part of her body that was truly unharmed.

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

Otherwise, his body would be unable to resist the attack of the poison. He struggled to support his will, but his body was twitching because of the sharp pain. Soon, Samuel had a black sweat on his skin. The sweat smelled so bad that many people couldn't help pinching their noses. "Samuel is indeed an ambitious person of his generation. He actually ended up in such a miserable manner." "Humph, who can he blame? He can only blame himself for being stubborn." The people around sighed with emotion. The Elder glanced at Samuel on the ground and saw that Samuel was in such a mess and dying. For a moment, he was full of helplessness.

El grumbled. "I don't understand what's wrong with him at the moment," Cressa said quietly, pushing her long blonde hair behind her ear. "He's just a hormonal male; he'll get over himself." El wrapped her arm around Cressa's waist and walked her back towards their lockers as the rest of the school began to file back in. Sapphira adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she approached the steps of the packhouse. She spent most of her time trying to avoid the place since she didn't want to run into any visitors that might recognise her or her scent. She didn't have much choice now.

I said to him, and he touched his forehead with his palm and then looked at his sweat. “It’s the weather, I sweat profusely after a fight" he explained, squeezing the robe with his fist by his sides. “Your body temperature is also high," Nathan added to our observation. “I would be going back to my pack, we have a blood ritual to attend to," Lucas explained, he was acting weird. Lucas is an aggressive young man that never apologizes when wrong, he fears no one and seems to be dangerous recently. I think something was wrong with him, or maybe he saw something he did not expect to see.

You behave like one. He pauses. 'But you don't smell like one.' He says, with a sadistic smile on his face. A chill travels down my spine. 'What are you talking about?' I shake my head slowly. Steven approaches me again. 'Your blood.' He replies. I instinctively take another step backward. 'What about it?' I ask, nervously. 'It's different.' 'Everyone's blood is different.' I point out. 'Not like yours.' His voice lowers. 'We've studied it.' He delivers.

That was the first time I have seen him struggle to answer me. "Mave…" "You…you don't need to be scared. It's a result of intense training. We get these most times but don't worry, I will go and wipe it off," he said, cutting me out. "Is this your blood?" I asked again, staring at him. "It's my blood. I got injured while training with the warriors but it's just minor stuff. We are wolves so we can easily heal. I am sorry for scaring you," he said, standing up. He was in a hurry to get away.

PRIMUS ALEXANDER’S POV The hit landed. It tore through me like I’d swallowed lightning. My whole body shook and heat burst from my chest. I tasted something bitter and harsh, and when I looked down, I froze. I just stared at it dripping from my hand. My blood. I’d never seen it before. Never thought it was even possible. “Fuck,” I gasped, trying to pull in air. “Fuck—” “What?” Gwen’s voice cut through. “Never thought you'd see your own blood?” she chuckled.

Damn, what's wrong with me? It's hot and incredibly painful. I remember this sensation. I experienced it last weekend, and it feels the same. I struggle to walk slowly towards my room. Even taking steps is difficult. Sweat is starting to drench my entire body. My blood feels like it's boiling, ready to burn me to ashes.

Sweat forms in the middle of my back and my forehead. Hurriedly, I wiped the sweat building upon the nape of my neck with my arm. I don’t even bother that Yohan could see me. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t as concerned about the amount of sweat that I was excreting as I was. He was probably, as one should, concerned whether or not the two wolves who carried familiar scents were friends or foe. Ky’s voice sounds in the corridor. “I’m filthy stinkin’ rich!”