Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man Novels & Stories

I just stood there, watching. Amara wasn’t responding. No movement. No sound. After a while, the doctor removed his gloves and turned to face me. “She has low blood sugar,” he said. “Her blood pressure is high, and the dislocation is more serious than we thought.” I stared at him. “So what you’re saying is… she might die?” He didn’t respond fast enough. I reached for the gun on my waist and pulled it. I didn’t aim. I just let him see it properly.

"Your dad had RH-null blood, and because of this and his greed for money and power, allowed himself to be used in an experiment. His blood was crossed with that of an animal, the closest to humans, or the one that shares the most humanlike traits, and no, it's not an ape. You know what it is, don't you?" I didn't answer, just stared at him. Here is a man that I'd come to see as one of high intelligence ever since I'd done a run on him in the last few days since Gideon told me we were heading here. On paper, he has way above average intelligence, and though his personal and public life has been kept pretty much out of the limelight, it wasn't hard to find enough to fit some of the pieces toge

Dad’s voice got deeper in a sentence. “I wanted to find whomever the blood belonged to. So far, there are no humans with gunshot injuries,” replied Nathan. “Catching a deer in the big Ashborne woods at night is too lucky because there wasn’t supposed to be a wild animal out there.” “So, you think it’s normal for humans to be out there at night,” I mumbled. “I told you exactly what I found. If you bothered to check, you would know that it was a freaking human!” “Oh, it’s my fault that a human was hurt now?” I raised my voice. I had thought about this, but having Nathan say it in front of my face made it sound so much worse.

I blinked, confused, but stood up from my chair and walked over to his side of the table. "The bond's mindlink is completely different from this one we are creating," Quinn explained in a low, even voice. "Think of this like... a group chat space, if you will." I nodded, picking up the knife from the table. A small part of my brain screamed that it was very unsanitary to cut myself with a blade that many other men had just used, but I knew that was just human thinking from the books I had read in the library growing up. Humans were obsessed with avoiding germs and infections. For werewolves, with our aggressive immune systems and rapid healing, common bloodborne sickness was pretty much a fo

the bigger blonde man brought his wrist to his teeth and bit through it as he knelt beside her. She jerked back in shocked surprise. “What are you doing?” “I am vampire. My blood has healing qualities,” the man replied confidently as he held his wrist over Niarthen’s mouth, squeezing Niarthen’s cheeks with the other hand in order to part his lips and allow the blood to run between them. “And has proven itself to treat the water-illness and reverse the zombification. We will treat you and your other companion when we return to the other side of the water, but your man is very frail…” He returned his wrist to his mouth licking the wound, and she marvelled to see that it disappeared.

"Stubborn blood pet." I glance aside, that nickname too personal, too painful, that I feel the pain of old memories spiking through my body in a burning, ebbing ache. I look up to the man that orchestrated the attack on me and the warriors outside the pack lands. He is too tall to distinguish from the towering pines, his bruting features outline in dark, hazy shadows of the full moon behind him. He is shameless, fierce, and overwhelms me with panic. "If you want to live, you'll learn your place, blood pet," he grumbles.

Napabuntong hininga na lang ako and I decided to sit in in the blood river, my legs are tired from all standing up. The man across me chuckled as he saw what I did. Napabuntong hininga naman ulit ako, it seems like the recent people I have met if not mad-crazy, they do have a few loose screws on the head. Gaya nito, this situation isn’t something to be laughing off. The man in grey robe laugh his ass off as he continue to step forward toward the river. He stop just before his feet hits the blood river. “Little Lady, did you know that everyone has something they want to conquer?” the man began talking once again as he crouch down for our eyes to be leveled.

He suddenly leaned his face close to mine, and I bared my teeth in a silent warning. He glanced up at the guy holding me as he commented, “And how about these sharp teeth? Obviously not the typical baby teeth, eh?” Someone off to the side started laughing, then the man with Beta blood in front of me spoke again. "If we put you down, can you shift so we can properly apologize for our actions without you inflicting scratches and wounds on us?"

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

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.