Blood Work Novel Novels & Stories

“Thank you” He waved me off, then I got in. The first wave of attack was the filth, the strewn pieces of paper, the rat traps and the empty containers of take away packs. The second wave was the stench, the warm, clogged metallic stench of blood. It seemed to be coming from the seats and emanating from the very being of the man. I scrunched my eyebrows but said nothing. Had he been injured?. I sniffed again; that was too much blood to come out of one person and survive.

And yet, somehow, I was given the hardest task of all. Picking up the tray, which was heavier than all the rest since it was full of pitcher of heavy blood, I made for the door. The Pack clinic always kept a well-stocked blood bank, both in case a wolf needed a transfusion and for whenever important Vampires come calling. Since Werewolves heal so quickly, it doesn't take much to restock it with donations. I helped Rosie a few times doing blood drives during the long years of the war.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

I cover her mouth to stop her from screaming and sink my fangs into her blood veins on the neck. She tries to fight, but I drain her blood fast, and she soon goes lifeless in my arms. When I have taken every last drop of her blood and her pulse is gone, I let go. The body falls to the floor, and I leave it there and walk to my desk. Finding my little black book and wrote the name Marline under the last name. I have more books than this. And many thousands of names written on them as my little trophy.

He tells me, scooping me up and into his arms, only then did I realise I was laying in a pool of blood with my shirt ripped open, Ben throws his shirt over my chest, Drake nods a thankyou to him. “What happened?” I ask looking around “It’s both yours and matts and whoever donated the blood” “It’s like a scene from Carrie for fuck sake” I was stunned, I couldn’t remember much except the feeling of complete exhaustion, I still felt completely exhausted but I was alive and for now that’s more than enough “Can we go to bed?” I whisper, he nods kissing my head and standing up “Ofcourse” I rest my head against his chest, too tired to talk any more and I close my eyes letting sleep take me.

She doesn’t do anything. Nova’s exhaustion floods through the bond, and when I look at her, my breath catches. She’s pale. Too pale. Her silver flames rage around us, a violent storm of energy, but Nate—he's stopped bleeding the black Wendigo venom. Now, his blood is just red. Pooling beneath him. It fucking hurts. It rips through me, leaves me gasping. I can't think, I can't move—there is nothing but the excruciating pain in my chest.

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.

"I'll wake up better... Just let me sleep. I think, and I'm one step away from letting go completely, and then I feel a strong taste invade my mouth, my gaze focuses again, and I realize that I'm taking blood, I want to fight it, it's not right! But at the same time, this blood tastes different, it's a mixture of orange, apple and something woody, and it smells perfect. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

She called but I have no intention of turning back. I find myself walking towards the blood bank, because apart from the sickening smell of drugs, a very tempting scent fills the air. At times I wonder how the vampires working here manage to restrict themselves. <><><><> In his office, doctor Bill just stepped out of his bathroom, after a cool shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist to walk barefooted towards his desk.