Bloodborne Submit Your Life Or Refuse Novels & Stories

A piece of me offered in this madness. She stirs it with her silver rod, chanting words older than the mountains that crown our lands. She offers Rowan the bowl. “If your body rejects this blood, the child is not his and the blood will make you bleed until you die" Rowan drinks without a flicker of hesitation. The crowd holds its breath. So do I. Then,her body stills. Her eyes flicker, but she does not fall. The blood accepts her. Or rather,the children accepts it.

The blood test results hit like a thunderclap in the dim med bay. I stared at the scanner in my trembling hand, the glowing readout screaming the truth. My veins carried the answer. Pure Silver Fenrir blood. It could burn the virus right out of the water if I fed enough into the central filtration system. Thousands of lives hung on me stepping up, even if it meant bleeding out. "Damien, get in here now," I barked into the comm, my voice echoing off the concrete walls. Sweat already beaded on my forehead from the nonstop chaos outside. "We have a way to end this nightmare."

But saving Lukas means the greatest victory of my life. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my right shoulder. I looked and saw a metallic syringe emerging through my skin. A mechanical voice announced— "Final test of Level 55: Do you have the ability to sacrifice your own existence to save another life? Push the syringe, Lukas will live but Sophia will be erased forever." I reached my hand toward the syringe.

Just as I tried to shake him off, John suddenly roared in fury. “Have you lost your mind, Summer?! Do you know she has a clotting disorder?” His shout made me flinch. I looked up at him in disbelief. “You don’t believe me? You actually think I’d do something like that?” “Mr. Shaw, Ms. Brandt has a rare blood type. Our blood bank doesn’t have enough. If we don’t transfuse her immediately, she won’t survive!” Someone in the crowd shouted, “Hey, Dr. Summer has the same rare blood type! A life for a life, just take hers!”

“It started slow. Bodies rejecting their own blood. The fever builds, the lungs fight, the heart weakens. If untreated, they collapse and fade within days.” “And the river?” I asked. He shook his head. “The river does nothing. They only believe it because they want something to believe in.” I clenched my fists. “Then tell me what cures it.” He looked up at me, his eyes old and steady. “The blood of one can carry the sickness away. It demands balance. Life for life.” My breath stilled. “You’re saying someone has to die.” “Yes.” His voice was calm, too calm.

My husband, Gideon Hale, returned from the war with barely a breath left in him. Yet despite his condition, he insisted on going to the palace and used his military achievements to secure a royal decree. I thought he had gone to obtain a noble title for me. I was ready to berate him for his foolishness, but the contents of the decree rooted me to the spot. [By royal decree, Gideon Hale, Marquis of Northguard, and his first wife, Clara Reinhart, are permitted to share a tomb.] Clara was my dearest friend from girlhood. My ears rang. I opened my mouth to demand an explanation, but before I could utter a word, Gideon breathed his last. I stood frozen until my son suddenly snatched the decr

“I’m going to kill you.” My shifting sent Joey and Anna into a spiral. “A white wolf. She’s a white wolf…” As expected from an Alpha, Joey was quick to snap back to reality. He gave Anna a nudge and shouted, “Run!” Joey put himself between us to cover Anna’s escape. There was no way I would let them get away with it. Blood must be paid with blood. I was right on Anna’s tail all the way to the street. Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic.

“I expect you to trust me.” “You expect too much,” someone muttered from the crowd. Another voice: “She doesn’t carry our blood.” “She wasn’t raised in the pack.” “She’s Moonborne.” “She’s soft.” “She’s dangerous.” Each voice was a dagger. But I didn’t flinch. I stepped forward. “Then ask me yourself. Ask me if I’d bleed for this pack.” Merek laughed. “Words are easy. Blood is sacred.” “I know blood,” I said. “I’ve lived with it, lost because of it. You think I chose to be born Moonborne? You think I asked for this?”

A masked figure stood behind him holding a syringe filled with dark liquid. A calm voice came through the speakers. “You should have come alone, Zara. The files are already queued for global release in fourteen minutes. But I am feeling generous. Surrender the bond. Walk away from the alpha right now and I will let your son live. Refuse and the serum goes into his veins. It will not kill him. It will make him human. Forever. Choose.”

"You were born carrying information." He frowned. "That's impossible." "Not information in your mind." She pointed toward him. "In your blood." Claire looked shocked. "In his blood?" Isabella nodded. "Your father volunteered for an experimental treatment before you were born." Victor stepped forward. "No." She looked at him. "Yes." "It was canceled." "It failed for everyone else." Nick felt his chest tighten. "What treatment?" "It was meant to create immunity against the Orion virus." Daniel's face turned pale. "I remember."