Guide Is Thicker Than Blood Novels & Stories

Kat's POV He gave me a short nod back, then rolled up his sleeve slowly. I swallowed hard as I watched him bring his arm up to his mouth. Without flinching, without even hesitating, he sank his fangs into the side of his palm. The sound of his teeth breaking skin made me tense, and then I saw the dark red blood start to drip. It wasn’t like normal blood. It shimmered slightly, almost like it had gold in it. It was thick, warm, and had this strange scent—something rich and ancient and powerful. My stomach twisted, not in disgust, but in nervous anticipation.

Cornelius asked anxiously; his face etched with guilt and heartache. “The thickened blood has lodged itself in a portion on his head.” Esmeralda took a deep breath as she explained “In most instances, it should have disappeared with the passing of time but for some reason, in his case, it seemed to be solidifying more.” “And that is bad…. How?” Baldwin asked cautiously not understanding the implication. “If it gets fixated on the spot permanently, then it can stop the blood flow to that area and ….” Esmeralda sighed; she didn’t want to say the rest out loud… for fear of the superstition that once it is said out loud, it might happen.

I said to him in a low whimpering voice , I can already hear the sound of fire siren coming from afar. “Uhmm, Nina I think you finally got your period because you are bleeding, there’s so much blood stain on your ass“ said Eros looking down at the peach colored plaid skirt I’m wearing. “What do you mean?” I asked , trying to turn my body so that I could see the red stain but it felt so different from my normal period. The blood seems thicker and I could now feel the blood running down from my vagina till it touched the socks on my legs. “This is too blood” I said horrified and collected the jacket Eros was offering me to tie it around my skirt

He passes out again and both Veronica and Luis step back. Gavin throws boiling water first and then Hector throws the ice-cold water. “My favorite part love. Are you ready Edward?” She holds the knife again and Luis places his hand around hers. “You have to be super careful of the carotid and jugular arteries here and here. Then the heart too if you go too deep. There is another artery in the abdomen as well but you shouldn’t hit it unless you go too deep.

Dexter scoffed, "For someone who is at the brink of death, you are pretty audacious. The internal jugular veins, vital conduits for blood, run discreetly on both sides of the neck. They mirror the path of the carotid arteries, offering a direct route to the heart. If I release the serum into these veins, it would swiftly reach the heart and circulate throughout the body, expediting its effects. "Your thicker blood may offer more resistance to the serum’s flow, potentially slowing down the rate of circulation. However, the potential properties of the serum, such as its ability to dissolve clots and thin the blood, could counteract this effect to some extent. So just shut the fuck up and let m

Just final. I glanced back at the vial. The blood looked thicker now, darker, like it knew I was hesitating. My fingers twitched. It was just blood. Well, to me blood meant a lot.

Vic asked and shivered. – They are called Guides – those who are able to make the Transition. Their blood is very special, it opens the Doors for other people, also granting them power at each Transition, but the strength of the Guide himself is added to this. The larger it is, the more the walker receives with the help of his blood. - Is it blood? Yarsi asked softly. - Blood donated voluntarily and nothing else, the Guide must himself give his own blood. – So the person who makes the Transitions can accumulate more power than the Guide?

His breathing was careful and timed like the yoga master he was. Spitfire snarled in frustration as the free-flowing blood slowed. He pulled his mouth away from the wound, unsure if Guru's blood was clotting or his heart was pumping slower. Maybe it was a little bit of both. Whatever was happening, it was taking away what he wanted.

The mist was thicker away from the road. It pressed against my shins with a weight that had nothing to do with water and everything to do with intention. I kept the Blood-Bind thread pushed outward as I walked, using it as a sensor rather than a weapon, feeling through the purple dark for the point of highest density. The source would be the densest point. That was how all dark craft worked. The further from the source the thinner it became. The whispering followed me.

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.