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.

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

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 say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

"...I will use you." --- An alarm blared. Evelyn raised the Arclight gun and pulled the trigger. The silver bullet exploded, creating a blinding flash of light. Callen dodged quickly, his staff glowing. Two energy forces – holy blood and black blood – collided, exploding into a blinding white orb. Evelyn was thrown back, her back crashing into a glass pane. A container shattered, red blood spilling out like a living river. Callen stepped forward, his voice echoing through the room.

It has been cremated and thrown away according to your instructions," he said solemnly and sincerely. The redness on Nicole's face faded gradually and turned pale. It seemed like she was the one who was anemic. She took a step back and almost lost her balance. She shook her head and asked in a daze, "How is it possible?" Simon grabbed her arm. "Nicole, what's wrong with you? "It doesn't matter if he's dead. This little girl has Rh-negative blood, too. She should be able to give me a blood transfusion." Nicole looked at Simon after he finished speaking. She had an extremely terrifying and complicated expression.

"Sophia, press the gauze down! Don't let him bleed out on my seat!" I used my good hand, throwing my entire body weight against Dante’s chest as the man next to me ripped open a fresh pack of combat gauze. Dante groaned, a low, unconscious sound, his head rolling back against the seat. My left wrist throbbed in rhythmic, blinding waves of agony, but I forced myself to ignore it. I couldn't care about myself right now. Dante’s face was completely bloodless.

She thought they could clear their debts. It pains her any time she remembers that her family almost paid off the debt. It was remaining just a little, and yet they were heartlessly murdered... "Luciana." Raziel's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. He had an idea what was going through her mind. "I told you my blood can heal." He then pulled her closer, and bit his wrist until it began to bleed. "Drink. I know it's not as pleasing to humans as it is to us, but it will help heal your scars."