Novel & Cerita Gaara It's My Blood

"It is O positive, your favorite." I smiled at him before extending my hand to collect the blood bag. My orbs turned red once my fang sunk into the bag. My eyelid closed while I savored every drop of the liquid that touched my tongue. It felt like a release from the shackle of bondage I had inserted myself in right from the day we all lost Kate.

The blade caught the pale light, gleaming silver and deadly. Paige gasped, jerking back slightly. “Raymond…” “Trust me,” I said, my voice low but steady. I turned the blade toward myself and, without flinching, sliced across my palm. Blood welled instantly, dark and rich. The metallic scent filled the clearing, mingling with the lingering smoke. She stared at me, wide-eyed. “What are you doing?” I extended my bleeding hand toward her. “Giving you proof.” When she didn’t move, I took her wrist gently and lifted her hand. “Your blood carries power,” I murmured. “Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.”

Her scream sends my flames towards them, the noise so earth shattering the glass explodes, the mens eyes, ears and nose start to bleed before my fire has a chance to engulf them. They die instantly, the guns melt into a puddle, encasing the ashes below them. As we walk I hear another explosion from above but turning the corner I sag in relief when I see my parents inside the garage killing off the last few guards “Mummy!!!!” Baylee screams, her head snaps towards us, a huge smile spreads across her face, relief flooding her features, tears in her eyes and love in her heart “NOOOOOOOO!“

'Do liars eventually believe their own lies? "I wasn't gonna spell it out, but let's be real—I was too naive, too stupid. I know why you married me. My rare blood type. You needed a walking blood bank for Emma." His face drained of color. I didn't stop. "If you'd just asked, I would've donated. But you drugged me. Stole from me. "Do you even get how terrifying that was? I spent nights wondering if I'd fall asleep and never wake up—just another body you drained dry.

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

Cale offers. “I want her.” I said from Orel side, the first thing which I said since entering the tent and when her face adjusted a fraction to look at me, I knew that blindfolded or not, she could see me because she had the gift of healing, very rare among the tribes but considered a gift from the gods, she could see the auras of people. “What.” Orel asked looking at me. “I want her as my companion.” I replied staring at my husband. “She killed her husband.” Orel said.

His eyes burrow into my soul as he says, “You’re my only living child, Raya.” “What happened to the others?” He breathes out a long breath, his shoulders are hunched like this is a heavy burden he’s been carrying for who knows how long. He shook his head, “My genetics are odd and I don’t know why. I’ve never been able to knock up another vampire, it was frowned upon that I wasn’t continuing my bloodline and damn it! I was fucking trying to.”

Just as I gripped the door handle to leave, Ethan's voice echoed behind me. "Lana, I'm sorry." Without turning around, I replied lazily, "Keep that to yourself. Don't waste my time." As the door closed, I caught a glimpse of Ethan through the dim light in the hallway. He crouched there. His tears dripped silently onto the crimson carpet, like a stray dog that had been abandoned. I thought that was the end of it. But I had bit expected Tara to go even crazier. She found a way to lure me out, and without overthinking it, I went to meet her. Ironically, the tables turned, and she ended up kidnapping me.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

The sight of it made both Valtor and Damon gasp. "What the hell are you doing?" Valtor demanded, his eyes widening. Gaia ignored him, letting the crimson droplet drip onto her palm. “It’s the only way to help you,” she muttered, her voice cold and unwavering. “No!” Damon barked, stepping forward, his eyes wild with concern. “You can’t use your blood. We don’t even understand what it might do. You could be risking your life for him!” Gaia shot him a sharp, defiant glare. “Then let him die. But don’t expect me to sit by and watch when I can do something about it.”