Bloodborne Discoveries Novels & Stories

Mango's heart couldn't help but skip a beat when she heard Nathaniel's question. Is there really something wrong with me? "Harris looked at them and whispered, ""Yes, your blood is a little abnormal. Bettany is an expert in this area. Take a look.""" "Bettany took the data and glanced at it. She quickly exchanged a look with Nathaniel and whispered, ""I need to channel out her blood as soon as possible. This thing is contagious.""" What is it?

87: THE CONTAGION REBEKKA POV I blinked twice to make sure that what I was seeing was correct. Scales? Reddish black for that matter, a color combination I had never seen before. A mixture of excitement and panic shot through me as my eyes stayed glued to the microscope as I peered into it. I could not believe it, I was operating under a weak premise that the disease might somehow be water borne and now that premise was paying off. I could not wait to let the Luna know.

When I find it safe, I crawl on my belly towards the soldiers and the guards lying close to me. When I reach the first two, I search for the short sword. I find it lying near the guard on the opposite side. I hear movement close by so I stop until the movement moves farther away. Then I slither around the dead men and grab the sword. I’m covered in the blood from both the soldier and guard, but I’m beyond comprehension. I slither my way back to the woods.

The photo was taken during Anna’s first date with Havoc; the only one left after he asked his secretary to burn every picture of her. “Where did you get that?” he asked through a message. She can see the burning fire in his eyes. Why? Is he that mad at Sunny or there's a deeper reason behind it. “I borrowed it from Klode in the meantime. He’s the detective in charge of your case.” “Burn that to hell!” “I can’t. This is an item of evidence.” “Burn it!” Sunny saw how his lips moved but no sound came out from them. The more she makes him angry, the more he becomes stubborn.

Always dramatic when excited. Professor Hargrove sighed. "What Dr. Rourke is trying to say is that we compared your blood samples against every viable sample we currently possess." The older scientist stepped forward. "Standard infected." "Advanced infected." "Cerberus tissue." "Archived research." "Project Eden fragments." Natasha folded her arms. "And?" The room became quiet again. Professor Hargrove looked toward Elias. Elias looked toward Aaron. Aaron looked annoyed. Finally Natasha pointed at herself. "Am I the only person who wants to skip to the important part?"

Its motto was simple: Knowledge preserves life. Everything changed after a discovery in a remote mountain village. The expedition had been searching for an isolated hereditary blood disorder reported by local physicians. Instead, they found something impossible. Several villagers possessed blood unlike anything recorded in medical history. Their wounds healed at extraordinary speeds. Their bodies resisted infection. They aged unusually slowly. Yet they were completely human.

The car sped through the city and soon reached the hospital. I took Lila through every department for a full examination, from dermatology to orthopedics to psychiatry. Each diagnosis pierced me like knives. "Multiple lacerations and burns, the same areas repeatedly cut open. This child has suffered far too much." "One rib on the left side is fractured. No wonder she’s been short of breath. The pain must have been unbearable." "Severe anxiety disorder with major depression. This girl’s mind is already damaged. If this continues, she’ll break completely."

After a long while, he finally said, “Mr. Summers, we did an extra experiment with the blood sample you gave us. We also took thousands of blood samples from the blood bank to compare with your blood. “Eventually, we even used a special method to merge your blood cells with other blood cells. “In the end, we found a scary issue.” Tyr’s spine suddenly straightened. He could not help but ask, “What did you find out?” Professor Mark replied, “We found out that your blood cells have a high rate of attacking other cells. We have put together thousands of different blood samples and mixed them with your blood. After a week, we realized that only your blood sample was left in the test tube.” “The r

I knew I had to survive, to tell their tales, to be their biographer. I plunged deep into the jungle scavenging for food, survival. I slept roughly on the grass beaten by the rain, scowered by the sun, fell sick but still remained alive. I found a radio on a hut, I carried it along listening to the squeaking voices on the radio. I learnt the life of the bushmen, hunt, feed and sleep. “Rebel forces have marched against the national army, defendants have fled into exile as leader dies. I slept off that night, it was the first one which truncated no sound of heavy bombardments for several months. The next few days, the radio squeaked again.

He cocked a brow and grinned again, showing his dirty yellow teeth. "Knowing the father of your children is searching for you all over the city." I tried to pull my feet in, to make the ropes slack, but the cords scraped like teeth. My left hand burned where the knot dug in. I tasted metal and old blood from the blow to my head. Scar laughed softly and leaned closer. “You've been busy,” he murmured, glancing at the table across the room. My phone lay there, a crack running through the middle. I felt a cold thread run through my chest when he picked it up and swiped it on and watched the screen glow.