Gaara It's My Blood Novels & Stories

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

Watching her red, swollen face, i couldn't help but stroke her cheeks softly, "THAT'S ALL I CAN DO FOR YOU" I whimpered and Arika's ears perked up. I was wounded too. Her tiny fingers felt the coldness of something on it. She saw it in the dim light that colour red spellbounded her. It was my blood. I fought with other gangmen, stole the key of basement. Before leaving the hands of mine, Arika asked him, "Uncle! What's your name?"

The fight and anger she had been feeling completely evaporated from her body, as the last image of her parents became permanently etched into her mind. She would forever carry the trauma of seeing their dead bodies with her. Just a few hours ago, they had been eating and laughing around their fireplace. Now, her parents’ bodies were strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. A pool of dark liquid surrounded them, and Mara finally realized what it was that had stained the woods and floors. Blood. They passed by two other bodies that Mara didn’t recognize. But as the man carrying her walked into the cold night, all Mara could see through her tear-stained eyes were

I mumbled, correctly interpreting Char's stupefication. "Whose blood is on you?" Char asked, moving on to what she thought was a safer subject, I presumed. "Me. It's mine. I bled all over myself." "What? How?" As calmly as I could, I explained the night of the deal again, adding the bloodletting part, which I'd erroneously thought inconsequential. I explained how Grayson came back, the plane and my almost meeting with the grim reaper. "Okay, how exactly is that possible?! Your blood touched his and now you can't leave Estonia?" It seems even Char had difficulty accepting the blood bind thing. Thank goodness I wasn't the only one.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

"He won't kill you." Elena returned. Luca was in the doorway, paler than before, more human. "How do you know?" "Because Marco collects people. He uses them, breaks them, keeps them." He entered slowly. "You're the most valuable piece in his collection. The federal agent who fell in love with the killer. He'll never kill you." "Should that comfort me?" Luca sat on the edge of the bed. "I should give you a chance." "What kind of chance?"

Noah’s muscle shirt on my lap fell on the ground when I began to stomp my feet, feeling frustrated at the fact that I’ll be suffering in work for three weeks because of him. “What about you? Did he hurt you again? Did he humiliate you?” Hysterically asked by Kiara while scanning my body. She’s searching for bruises and marks causing me to hide my wrist. Because of my pale skin, I can easily get marks on my skin and it will turn to red until it heals. She let out a sigh of relief after convincing herself that I’m alright. She even shook her head to show how thankful she was. “Is that why you’re here?” She paused and looked at me, “Folding clothes in the middle of the night?” she even chuckled

I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama. My brother had brought the water, I knelt before mama, listening aptly to her instructions. I did all she had told me, taking precarious steps not to forget any procedures. My brother would watch attentively as an amateur doctor does in a practical examination. The bleeding stopped – I yelled in utmost confusion. “Mama, the bleeding stopped!” I yelled almost losing my voice. “I knew you could do it” she replied in a weak tone. “Is mama going to be alright?” my brother asked with darting eyes.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

They exploded in shrieking bursts, blood and metal spraying like a blade-storm. Adrian shouted: “Lucien, no! You’re draining the central blood system—” Lucien didn’t listen. Every strand of blood bursting from his body burned bright, dissolving into the air. Each drop was a memory, a fragment of soul traded to pull Evelyn back. “Evelyn… I still believe you’re there.” In the chaos, Genesis collapsed into a blood-pit. Alaric stumbled, sword clattering. But he laughed madly: “Do you know why she existed, Lucien? Her blood — is your blood!”