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Her blood was not entirely human anymore. I don't know what exactly has changed though. It is not poison, nor is it demon blood, so what is it? Could it be... angel blood? No, I have only smelled it once but the scent was different. So what... I can't figure it out with just the smell, but if I taste it-.

I dipped a single finger into the crystal-clear stream and brought it to my nose. The coppery, rotten stench of blood hit me like a fist. Not old blood. Fresh. Metallic and sweetly foul. I gagged, twisting away, spitting nothing but bile. My heart hammered against my ribs. I scrambled back onto dry ground, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. It was a creek of blood. Perfectly transparent, perfectly still blood. I ripped a handful of ferns and scrubbed my foot and hand raw, the green juice doing nothing to erase the phantom slickness. The urge to bolt back to the fake safety of the beach was overwhelming.

I gripped my hands to hard they hurt, my nails digging into my skin, I could smell the blood in the air, and from the way Alex furrowed his brows he probably could as well. He held my hand softly slowly unfurling it, his eyes filled with confusion, “You’re hurt? How” I gave no answer, my smile never left my face, this wasn’t a dream… I’m not alone. he came back. He gently washed away the blood in the stream watching it as it quickly healed itself.

my mother says standing up looking worried. "Surely that's a good thing to get it over with?" I hear Orion say but I don't take my eyes off Diana. "No. She could kill her" My mother says sounding panicked. Bonnie starts sobbing and Orion comforts her. "Diana, listen to me.... You need to push her back. Control her!" I say to her firmly. Diana's eyes fly open and glow bright ice blue and I hear my mother gasp. Her skin ripples and fur starts to push through making her entire body bleed like tiny needles pricking her.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

My fists flew into a nearby tree of their own accord, trying to beat away the suffering within me. I heard something inside gasp in fear, I stopped the beating as the shock lanced me. My fist still hung in the air, blood dripping from my open knuckles. I sniffed, the scent was so similar to the forest I hadn’t picked it out before, but now I was certain it was something separate. It was similar to Hazel but decidedly less delicious. I lifted my bloody fist to the tree and knocked.

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

His parents attended an important dinner function at the Moonstar Hotel by the Bay View Area and they told them that they might come home late. A slight breeze blew from the West. Old folks used to tell in their bedtime stories by the fireplace that this is an ominous sign. They say that vile creatures hunt for their prey during these times. Mark knew all about this since he is an avid fan of mystery-horror stories. Yet he told himself a thousand times that evening these are just figments of his wild imagination. Nothing horrible is going to befall his parents. They are both good souls and God is watching over them from above.

“I’ll always come for you, no matter what.” Pure joy flooded my system, but more so was love. He had come for me, and the fact that he had was more than I could ask for. As he pulled back, staring into my eyes his thumbs wiping the tears from my cheeks, he smiled, kissing me gently once more. “Don’t cry, Vanessa.” “As much as I hate to break up this happy reunion, Nash. We have to go.” Brady’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as I peered over Nash’s shoulder to see Brady covered in dirt, his hair a mess and blood splattered across his clothing. “Jesus, you look totally different.”

Blood seeped from her wound, staining the floor a vivid scarlet, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. My world shattered. I dropped to my knees, my arms enveloping Zyra's fragile form, her lifeblood seeping through my fingers. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, intermingling with the raw scent of fear and despair. It was a scene etched into my memory, a portrait of helplessness and fractured bonds.