Flesh And Blood Heroes Novels & Stories

Damiano rushed toward me in terror, shouting at the researchers, "What are you waiting for? Get that thing off her!" Only then did the researchers snap out of their daze. They scrambled to shut down the machine, and the moment the helmet was removed, my body went limp, blood dripping from the judgment chair. Damiano's eyes widened. He lunged forward and caught me in his arms. "Get a doctor over here now!" The secret council chamber fell into chaos. A team of healthcare providers rushed through the doors, and the moment they saw my condition, their faces turned a ghastly shade of white.

“That’s why we need to change the rules.” I frowned. “What rules?” “The ones that say you’re unclaimed.” The word hit me harder than I expected. “I’m not an object,” I said sharply. “I know,” he replied immediately. “That’s why this works.” He stood, pacing once - just once - before stopping in front of me. “In our world,” he continued, “blood alone isn’t protection. A name is. A public tie. Something that turns threats into declarations of war.” My pulse quickened.