Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man Novels & Stories

“Please, this is a place that should be kept as clean as possible, please go change, if I can smell you from here, it's not a good sign.” I didn't care if they would be offended, I approached the bed, looking at the chart, Perseus Heroux, male, 32 years old, light brown hair, curly and short, body not very muscular, but certainly from someone who usually trains, he seems to emit some aura of authority, even though he was unconscious, maybe it was the scars. I was in difficult conditions because I was not able to filter the toxins in the blood, since I have the Bombay type, that is, false O, I arched my eyebrow again, after all, that was my blood type.

He only became calm in her presence again. "Your majesty... She's fine. She... She passed out due to tiredness and stress, perhaps a little lack of blood." The man reported, careful with every word. He didn't want his head separated from his body. "Uh... Your majesty... You could feed her with a little of your blood, it will help her get better faster." Raziel shook his head. "No. There is poison in my blood."

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

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

"How's Garret?" "He'll die without a transfusion." "Universal. Blood for everyone," moans the man Labyrinth dropped. Axel's head snaps up. "You have O negative blood?" "Blood, blood, more blood," the man coughs, his voice gruff like he hasn't spoken in a long time. The weird smile on his face is downright scary. Labyrinth lifts the prisoner, moving him closer to Garret. His arm is bent at an odd angle, and he groans when jostled.

“Okay, fine, cobblewhatever. So what? Is that why we’re gonna convert these idiots? So we can gain the secrets of rock and snow? Gimme a break. These people’s blood can’t possibly contribute to ours. Just looking at them sickens me.” “Look again. These people are surviving on the side of a huge rock in the middle of nowhere, and under freezing temperatures. You sure their blood doesn’t have anything we can’t take for ourselves?”

“Dude! We have bigger and better things to do than to worry about your ex. We have a failing company and a demi god who wants to destroy us,” “Triscade doesn't deserve to die like this,” I responded with a puppy look. “He should die but not like this,” “Don't give me that look!” He face-palmed me. I pushed him away with a gentle smile. It was awkward that we were having such a fun time while surrounded by bodies of dying men . “First we will need a hospital, for transfusion and shit. Second, Argyle won't give you the blood. We are talking about a man who might have killed his own sister and father,”

Alessio finished her sentence: “He weaponized it.” --- In the vault, the thing bled. Not in the way flesh bleeds. Not in the way that ends life. This blood spread across the walls, seeping into the cracks like memory flooding a wound. It smelled of rust and burning paper, of ash and salt and something colder. The light shifted, flickering deeper red. Jace stood before it, skin damp, eyes wide, chest rising slower now as the heat in the room began to drop. His breath misted. The sixth man stepped back, touched the wall, and vanished into it—gone in a way that made the room feel smaller, tighter, hungrier.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.