Gaara It's My Blood Novels & Stories

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

“I don’t need reminding.” She stared at me as if searching for a punchline, as if this could somehow be a sick joke. But when she saw no humor in my face, only the exhaustion, her shoulders slumped. “How could your father do this to you? How could he just—sell you off just like that?” My throat burned, and I bit my lip to keep tears from slipping free. “Because that’s how it works in our world. What I want has never mattered. I’m a pawn, Gia. Nothing more.”

I reminded him. "Well that would be easy, I would take some of your blood and drop it in a memory water and it would bring back the event. We would both be here to watch what happens," he answered. "Okay then let us play th game of chess!" I said. I was really good at the game and I won him, it was very difficult, he had loads of tricks under his sleeves but I still won. "What a shame, I would have taken the immediate sex offer," Gaara lamented in regret.

Gwanhoya lifts her from the ground, “You see I do need something from you! But it does not mean that you have to be alive for me to have it.” Removes her hand from her cheek, holds her stuff with both and drives it into Mukura. She places her hand on her shoulder. “The only thing I want from you is your blood. So, I better get to work and get as much as I can before there is no more left in you.” She smiles closing her eyes, “Looks like someone decided to wake up after all! Took you long enough! Grab me something like a container or a container so that I can fill her blood in it!”

The bear he had given Noah before everything happened. "Mom," Noah called again. "Yes, sweetheart." "Blood." I stared at him. "What?" "Mommy's hands are bloody." I looked at my hands. It was Gabriel's blood, still stuck to my skin, drying, turning a dark brownish black. I couldn't hold back my tears. I fell to my knees on the floor, crying, sobbing, unable to stop. Lucas, Ethan, and Noah ran toward me, hugging me, crying with me.

Her eyes darted to the crimson stain on Donald’s chest, realization slamming into her like lightning. Kara’s knees almost gave out as Donald collapsed to the ground. His blood pooled fast beneath him, soaking through the dirt. “Donald.” she dropped to her knees, her voice cracking as she tried to keep him awake. “No… no, no, please… keep your eyes open.” Her tears blurred everything, but she could see his lips moving faintly, as if trying to say a name. Jairo stood frozen, his eyes fixed on Donald’s lifeless form. His jaw clenched so tightly it ached, his chest burning with rage. His world had already seen enough blood, but this… this hit too close.

Lin inquired, "What exactly is the golden blood drop?" Grandpa Wen smiled knowingly. "That's why I brought both of you here. Mia possesses the golden blood, and her blood possesses miraculous qualities. Other than her, there's no one else in the world with this golden blood except you." Shocked, Lin exclaimed, "You mean my blood can perform miracles like hers? I should hurry and give her my blood." Reacting impulsively, Lin reached for a magical knife. Old Wen swiftly grasped Lin's hand with seriousness etched on his features.

kundi para sa kapayapaan ng lugar na to. " the blood" at tama nga ako agad lumitaw ang isang lalaki na mukhang ka edad lang ni papa.. iba ang kanyang kasuotan at higit sa lahat ang lengwahing kay hirap sambitin...! "The same blood" hindi na ako sumagot sa halip agad kung hinanda ang dala kung sandata.. "Do you why this agartha full of mystery? You don't know right? It is because if you know about it.. they kill you" agad ko siyang tinignan ang kanyang mata puno ng galit...

Gunnar parked his car and ran ahead to open the door. Kiran sat at the counter and his face visibly paled when he saw me carrying Saga. I had blood spatters on my face and my hands were bloody too. Gunnar’s face had blood on it from when he’d bitten Pete in his wolf form and Saga was wearing my blood-soaked t-shirt. Kiran took Saga from me and went upstairs as he called out to my mother. “Adara!” “They’re all dead,” Gunnar said as we stood in the kitchen and he called his father.

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. ......