Gaara It's My Blood Novels & Stories

I can't stop asking her. I know Shantelle's Grandma said something about my blood but I still don't fully understand. My brain couldn't even absorb what she was saying. "I think it's about your blood?" She said, I questioningly. "I don't know! I don't have a clue either. Let's just follow Grandma because what she said seems serious," she added. I just nodded. I don't know why that old woman is so serious. I still can't get over the bleeding in one of her eyes as if it was dangerous for a creature to see my life. "Let's go,"

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.”

Joshua walked over to the end of Garrix's magic dome. "I'm...doing great." She replied quietly. "Except I got a bloodlust now and my stomach is killing me." "I have just the thing." Garrix snapped his fingers, and a huge crate appeared in front of the gingerette teen. Scarlett peered over with curiosity, only to find a multitude of blood types in sealed medical packs.

It makes up just about half. “If you want to waste time negotiating with me--” “I'll sign over Z-House as soon as Ava get Scar the blood,” I step away, hinting at him with a nod, “...as much blood as she needs.” “No need to bother Ava,” Jack Fox Fuller gives me a greasy grin, “I have got a bank of Scarlett’s blood.” I grab his collar, almost landing my fist on his fucking face, but at this moment the door opens, and Ava comes out. Her face is pale at the loss of blood. From the cut on her wrist probably. Her eyes nail on me with tears glimmering in them.

Blood immediately gushed from his mouth. 'What happened?' Garuda stood up quickly and eyed the Red Sparrow Queen angrily. Darryl was dumbfounded too. He did not expect the Power of Bird Ancestor to be that powerful. "Garuda! I've already told you, a shameless being like you is not worthy to receive the Power of Bird Ancestor, so I'd advise you to stop trying," the Red Sparrow Queen said impassively. She raised her slender hand, and the blood-red ball immediately transformed into a stream of light which then sped toward Darryl.

I drew out a long sigh, exhausted from the mental stress the whole situation had put me under. “You didn't kill her, so how are you affected by the whole thing?” “I don't know, Gira. First off, the purpose of why I took her blood was ineffective. And now, it has turned out that my actions have bitten me so hard that all I feel is pain, anger, and guilt.”