Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man Novels & Stories

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

"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.

Immediately a pair of cold hands caught hers and was pulled up, her vision turned upside down so she felt dizzy and closed her eyes. “What are you doing?” There is fear in his tone although his hands were cold from sweat his body emits warm like a human when he embraces her tightly making sure she won't fall or jump again. It was when Barrett realized that this man is a blood sucker and has no conscience who killed many lives through his experiments.

A man snarls with short brown hair and stormy grey eyes as he approaches me. With my heart thumping against my ribcage, drowning everything out that surrounds me. I quickly start to retreat from his proximity. The moon-infected man lurches forward, he takes hold of my upper arms, and he headbutts me. Excruciating pain spreads across my head, and my vision becomes cloudy. But not cloudy enough as I unwillingly watch as he falls to his knees.

I peer around the edge of my tree, trying to get a look at what’s going on. The man crouched before the fire was older than either of us. He might be in his sixties, even. His hair is bone white, and his skin hangs loosely on his frame. He should be a completely unthreatening presence. But as we watch, he takes a knife from his belt, cuts a gash in his palm, and squeezes a stream of his own blood into the flames. Blood magic, WILDER mouths at me. I nod back grimly.

“What are you? '' he whispered, this time he leaned closer and sniffed her neck, Elina's head fell back as she sucked in her breath from fright. Her heart thumped rapidly each time the man's nose brushed against her skin. A cold shiver ran through her when he cupped her face, brushed his lips against her face and leaned so close to her that. Elina was frightened by his aura, it was overpowering and somewhat choking her. Elina's eyes closed shut and started watering. The more he felt her, the more her body felt heavy as if she were being squeezed, breaking her bones. Elina was gasping for air when he shifted position and slammed her down the bed and climbed on top of her. “S-stop it,” Elina v

The chiming of a clock sounded from out in the hallway. "But what the fae hadn't realised is that a wolf's strength is dependent on their environment. My lands are dangerous; even the weaker creatures could take down a wolf. As a result, my wolf is different." He paused, swirling his drink, "for a long time, I desperately tried to hide him because my people were terrified of what we might do. On my nineteenth birthday, I woke up to find that I had slaughtered my entire court." A log cracked in the grate, and Sapphira twitched her whole body tense.

The man was silent, pondering over the information given to him. Rogues were a rare case. They were always said to be rebellious, and in some cases, dangerous. Apparently, I was a great exception, but he didn't need to know that. Usually that fact was what made vampires that had any interest in my change their mind. "Blood type?" he questioned. My eyes went wide again. He's still interested? My nerves knotted tighter in my stomach. "B-negative." A rarity among blood, so I'd been told. "And, lucky for her, she's never been bitten." he finished, crossing his arms.