Grand Highblood Novels & Stories

He was right beside me, I speared inwards only to meet a thick resistance. He was very tall as goliath, built up with staunch and strong muscles. He grabbed me in his giant hands as I kicked to free myself nearly suffocating to death. He groaned in pain while my brother bit his legs very hard, he threw me into the other direction, though weakened, I tried to stand while my eyes danced with jingling sound displaying in my brain.

About a hundred years ago, people in the land lived in peace and harmony. There are people with superhuman abilities and they call them Badbloods. They can harness the power of nature, they can make the plants grow in their will, some can transform into an animal, and some can see the future. Powers that no one knows where it come from as it wasn't hereditary. It was like a gift given to random people. Inkurs are the most powerful Badbloods. They are very rare for they draw their power from the Ether or the Abyss, the realms of heaven and hell.

"It's my body and my life that we are talking about here... I can't seem to keep this baby! Don't you get it...?!" "I can not live with this mistake!" She concluded... as she gave Lawrence a very terrible look, and then hissed to back it up with... but Lawrence was still fighting so hard to accept that from her. "No Somira!" Lawrence attacked! "It's obvious you don't get it, Somira...!" "In your womb lies my blood, my first fruit.. the first grandchild of my parents, Mr and Mrs Williams of Melan City. The most adorable wealthy family with so much dignity and affluence to display, both in business and otherwise!"

She is in severe and urgent need of bone marrow transplant but seemingly no match was yet found for her. There were rarely any donors of her blood type too as she had the rare blood type. Even after months of searches still no progress was made in her health, Jordan was so stressed lately for this as no donors' bone marrow samples matched her. Having the same blood type as his mother makes the woman a possible donor as well. She was the rare blood type like Jordan's mother is. That is a huge coincidence. The Lawrence's hospital owns no rights to run such tests on the patients who are not needed for any. To interfere in patients' personal life for their own benefit was one illegal case.

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

She smiles looking to drake and back at me “You are a primordial, you have the gifts of a primordial and your baby does too. I can prove it with a scan” I nod my head not knowing what it meant, looking to drake calmly “It’s what your grandfather said you were babe” Drake tells me smiling, his hands rubbing my belly as he lifts my shirt. “The baby will grow faster. Your pregnancy will be more difficult because it will take all your energy. Your legs will continue to cramp the way they just did as the baby takes all your fluid. I’m going to put you on a drip and give you more iron and b12. We will have you up and fighting fit in know time”

I owed it to him to make things right. The lightbulb finally clicked on in my head—animal blood wasn't gonna cut it. Vivaldi was in too deep, and he needed the good stuff: human blood…or maybe my own. I’m a pureblood, which basically means my blood’s like a fancy, top-shelf elixir. My master once used it to heal other supernaturals, but I’d never tried it myself. Still, it was worth a shot.

“I mean, come to think of it. I do know Draeger BioTech. I don’t know Lucien.” “He’s, like, a recluse billionaire. Their company’s been behind half the med tech we use in school and their genetics division is next-level. Draeger wants to cure half the diseases we’ve given up on.” “Oh”, Zaria said, brows raised. “Girl”, Sienna rolled her eyes, already tapping on her iPad. “If we’re about to let a mad billionaire genius poke around in our bloodstreams, we might as well get a good payout. Remember our friendship contract: page six, clause four. All poorly thought-out ideas must be pursued together.”

Everything in the mansion was high-end and luxurious; even the drinking mugs were crafted from pure crystal. Adrian drained the red liquid in one gulp, his thoughts drifting to the restricted area of the East Wing and the mysteries it concealed. The Prophecy… Tsk… He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if to erase the thought from his mind. Looking at his right hand and the expensive gold chain adorning it, Adrian smirked arrogantly. His thoughts were shrouded in mist, yet his gaze held a strange affection. …

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"