Dino Blue Bloods の小説・ストーリー

On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even I just watch it flow and dry up, before it scabs and the wound heals all in a second. That’s new, I whispered under my breath. I had seen so much supernatural things online, I knew that they were real no matter how people would think they were fake, I just felt something in me say it was all real, so nothing shocked me. What took me by surprise was the possibility that I was one of the supernatural creatures talked about in blueit circ

A shiver creeps through my body, knowing that Jessblue's blood is like no other. I could feed on any Bampire, but it would not have the same effect as Jessblue’s virgin blood. She was born with a rare genetic blood type called SD7. The purity of the blood that runs in her veins is different than the average female Bampires on Bluestoria. It makes me and Cameron feel like drug addicts every time we feed on her. I turn my head to the right and look up to see an unconscious Jessblue, smiling and admiring the work I just performed on her.

“You live because of my blood.” Eirene’s voice was drowned out inside the cabin by the roar of the engine and the pounding of the rain on the roof. The more she wiped her tears, the blurrier her vision became. A glimpse of her childhood flashed before her eyes. Memories surfaced: little Eirene sitting in the kitchen with dirty hands from washing up, Isabella scolding her for breaking a glass, and Heston saying coldly, “You need to learn to be useful.” Then came the image of Daisy, a tiny baby crying in a hospital crib. Eirene was only seven years old at the time, standing by the doorway and overhearing the doctor say, “Her blood type matches. She can save Daisy.”

Somewhere north of it, in a shooting lodge in Sutherland, nine people who were told what they were before they had to carry it are asleep in a building named after a room in Aberdeen. And under all of it, in a channel she can no longer hear, something very old is going about its business, in no particular hurry, waiting for a door that has opened four times before. "Quiet," she says. "It feels quiet." She picks up her glass. "I'm going to need about ten years to get used to it," she says, "and I'd like to spend them here." END OF BLOODLINE ZERO

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.

“Tell him you’ve done a DNA test on his cutlery from the other day and I’m preparing to file a civil suit for sex abuse of a minor,” Blue failed to feel much other than astonishment that she had managed to underestimate her mother for so long. In a way, she was rather impressed. As shameful as it was to realise. Again, her bravado depleted quickly. “Richard and Bradley have more than enough money to make his screaming go away,” She knew of that well.

I cried. “What did she do?” Her mum asks. “The psycho dare which then gives you the psycho curse.” I explains. “Don’t tell me it’s to do with that stupid urban legend?” She begged. “Yes... it is.” I reply. Callie’s mum continues to cry whilst cradling her daughters unconscious, bloody body. I have never felt so guilty in my entire life. Suddenly I hear police sirens and an ambulance. I quickly run out of the bedroom and downstairs. Of course my dad was called.

"Tale of Dordin is about a man, a selfless man. He was the bravest of all — to some of the folks, he was portrayed as the villain, but in this school, we see him as a hero. Dordin was the most beautiful man to ever grace Earth and by far, the strongest. He was betrothed to Generosasis, of course, the best man deserves the best woman, it's how it has always been. Generosasis loved Dor-" "I apologize for cutting you off ma'am, but I'm very curious, was Dordin human or an Owlignus?" I asked. The teacher looked stunned but pleased, "that's a very good question! I see you've made your findings about supernaturals, well to answer your question, Dordin was human." "But humans and Owlignuses can't b

She had always enjoyed seeing me being pulled down for some reason. “Please, don’t stop on my account,” Ahbaya smirked. Dane on the other hand stopped paying attention to me and moved towards Ahbaya’s direction. She didn’t even help me get up. Surprisingly, Dane bent down on one knee and bowed her head upon Ahbaya’s presence. “Alpha Ahbaya. I’m Daniella Bluemoon, a beta of the Bloodmoon pack. I offer to you my loyalty.” Wait — what?! What’s going on?

Sandino rushed over to her side, as she lay sprawled out on the carpet. “Oh my god,” Dino said softly seeing the blood all over her shirt and her neck. He wasn’t sure where the blood was coming from, or even how to help. “I was shot,” she gurgled, choking on her own blood. “You have to help me.” “I’m going to help you,” he cried softly, trying to keep calm. “I’m going to try.” He had never seen so much blood in his life. He had never had his life put in danger. He wasn’t sure of his next move. What should I do? The best shot he had would be to try and carry her out of one of the exits. He went to do that when he heard music… well whistling.