Bloodstream Book Novels & Stories

Celeste (out loud, to the orchard, to the sea, to whatever gods are listening): “Come at me with your floods and your tridents, fish-dad. I’ve got family that’s 83% seawater and 100% done with your drama.” Dacia actually laughs this time (real, bright, proud). Dacia: *Keep that attitude. You’re going to need it.* The tide rises higher. Class is just getting started. And I’ve got a new cheat code: Turns out blood really is thicker than water… but it still knows how to swim. STEAM & SHADOW Book 4: The Mountains That Kneel

He said, his voice was trembling. I was getting tired. So tired. I closed my eyes finally. Everything faded and went black. After what felt like a few minutes, I heard voices again. But it was distant and muffled. Like they were coming from under the water. "...blood loss was severe..." "...lucky the blade missed the major artery..." "...another centimeter and she would be dead..." I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. Then I managed to open it a little wider. All I could see was white. Everything was in white, the ceiling, the lights.

Blood is everywhere., mine. Clara’s. enemies. allies. I can’t tell anymore and I stop trying to separate it because the battlefield doesn’t care about identity, only impact. Everything is red in my vision, not because of fear but because there is too much of it, too much movement, too much death happening too fast for the mind to categorize. This is war, not training, not preparation., not theory. Actual killing, actual dying, actual collapse of everything we thought we could control.

"Can you spill it out a bit faster??" I wasn't my normal self as I sat there staring at the man whose hands the life of my son was in. He looked too collected for someone who could destroy my perfect life with a word. "I'm sorry, Mrs Blake. I'm just trying to give you as much information about this situation as I can. So, the bad news is that the bacteria in your son's blood passed through the lining of the gut into the main bloodstream. What we're looking at here is a sign of blood infection."

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.

CHAPTER 63 — Blood Debt The world had gone quiet. Too quiet. No birds. No wind. No voices. Even the fire had burned itself out. Only smoke drifting lazily through the trees like wandering ghosts. Sipho knelt in the dirt, the middle child in his arms. Their blood soaked through his clothes, warm at first. Now cooling. Sticky. Real. Too real. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He pressed his palm over the wound in their chest like he could hold life inside by force.