Bloodbender Episode Novels & Stories

There was only one explanation. They were trying to distract me. When I figured that out, a man jumped out of the bushes with a swoosh, coming at me with a dagger aimed at my neck. I darted to the side and raised my claws to block a bullet at the same time. Then I whirled around and kicked the first man hard, sending him flying back into the woods. The feeling of his body against my foot told me that he was a Kindred. More importantly, a Blood Hunter.

While Rubex was slashing the heads with a sword like some crazy bloodthirsty man. If a sane person witnesses this horrifying sight, that person will never be sane again. About continuous massacre for one hour, Brendon stops and looks around. He was panting furiously and was covered in blood. " Nobody is left alive but we lost some of our men too," Rubex replied, getting downstairs to the ground floor. He was drenched in blood too. Brendon nods and puts the rifles aside on a nearby table. Putting the cigarette between his lips, starts puffing on.

Her hands were cold, and her fingers felt as numb as if they were made of ice. The next thing she knew, Brendan had yanked her back to her seat. He was gratified by everything that had happened so far. In fact, he was so pleased that he whispered in Deirdre’s ear like a demon toying with his prey, “You can’t see, dear Deirdre, so I’ll be nice this time and tell you what exactly is happening. Do you know that his entire back is drenched in blood? He’s still bleeding.” Deirdre felt the world spinning. Sterling was hurt! She really was a curse! A f*cking curse who would doom anyone stupid enough to help her!

Not metaphorically. It boiled. The scent hit the crowd before the magic did, iron-rich and laced with power. The coals beneath me hissed as blood seeped from my cracked skin, soaking the embers. The sky darkened. And then… I moved. Not rising, not yet. I twitched. The pain should’ve ended me. Instead, it opened me. Bloodbinding surged up through my spine, hungry and unholy. It wasn’t Sevrin’s gift anymore. It wasn’t borrowed.

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

The entire episode had been another test, and she had failed spectacularly, revealing not just her skill but her desperation. He circled the desk until he stood directly before her, too close. He reached out, and for a heart-stopping moment, she thought he would strike her. Instead, his fingers brushed a stray speck of dust from the shoulder of her black sweater. The touch was brief, impersonal, and yet more intimate than anything she’d ever felt.

She screamed with agony and hit my father as if he brought this upon himself whereas I'm just blank, feeling confused. Why am I now normal and bit going on rampage as usual, it's still the blood Moon and I'm acting okay instead of getting out of here, I wasn't burning up and I wasn't eager to shift, instead I was staring at the girl I seemed to have hated and desire all laid bloódied on the beach and struggling to live from the harsh bite I gave to her.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.