Novel & Cerita Gaara It's My Blood

That memory haunted him and it always would. A lot of shit haunted Gage. Dead bodies didn’t bother him anymore since the first one he saw had been his mother’s. One day she’d been reading him a story and tucking him into bed after Hunter had already gone to sleep and the next day she was in her bathtub, bleeding out as he watched her. ** “Gage … I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Gage stood next to the bathtub and stroked her hair. The blood ran down her arms and mingled with the water. Her nightdress was soaked through and her breathing was shallow. Gage looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead softly.

Irene asks, crossing her arms as a subtle means of defense. "... Because I didn't manage to banish and seal the gandaruwa. It disappeared once it was able to confirm that you have rare blood and it's probably searching for you right now... with some company..." Kai explains nervously. "... What?!"

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.

Because those eyes, those beautiful eyes, were trained on me. Not scanning. Not observing. Piercing. He saw me. Really saw me. Like he’d been waiting. And something in his expression twisted. Just for a second. Like he had tasted something rotten. Then it vanished. He looked away as if I were a speck of dust. He stepped up onto the dais and turned to face us, voice cold enough to still the flames in the braziers. “You stand in the heart of Lupira,” he said, voice low and lethal. “Not as guests. Not as people. You are here because your lives were bought with blood owed by those who thought themselves brave.”

AGNARR. I nod. The movement itself feels tedious. “Then by blood, you are bound in this unity,” Haizhar says as I hold out my hand, allowing him to make a small cut in my thumb. I raise my hand, brushing my thumb across her forehead, smearing my blood across it. Her eyes flicker with surprise and I’m certain she expected me to rub it along her lips, but no one else besides her bats an eyelid. After all, they know I have never bound myself to anyone by blood and that I never will. Only they do not know that I have already given one woman my blood.