Guide Is Thicker Than Blood Novels & Stories

The scene I was witnessing caused a lump to form in my throat, the trail of blood she had left behind, her milky white skin was now a pasty shade of grey with a blue tinge to her lips and she was unconscious yet again. So many questions streamed through my mind but I had to get her out, I pulled the needle out of her hand, a burning sensation travelled through my fingers “SHIT!” throwing the needle down “It’s fucking silver” As soon as the needle was removed, the wound on her arm slowly began knitting back together leaving a deep red line. Although the amount of blood she had lost was worrying.

The breeze rustled softly, bringing the aroma of moist soil and pine, the woods teeming with life in the darkness. However, the most burdensome thing in the air was the heaviness of Nikolai's words - cold and irreversible. Amora experienced them sinking heavily in her chest. Blood is the circulating fluid in our bodies. The ultimate cost, crucial for their forbidden partnership with the vampires, would require more than just a injury. Now, her life force, which was her blood, became the key to staying alive.

Thick dark red blood began to pool from her side. Garin cried out and tried to staunch the blood with his hands but it seeped between his fingers. He looked up and saw his father, staring down the scope of his gun, a wisp of smoke curling from the barrel.

A jolt of shock coursed through professor Ericson's body when he saw blood smeared on the ground. He walked over to where it was with his heart thumping and bent over it. No. It wasn't a lycanthropic blood. He sighed in relief as he got to his feet. A lycan's blood usually is thicker, mushier and a darker shade of red. He didn't know it but it was Penelope's when a ghoul had beaten her unconscious. "Do you think they'd have gone farther?" Professor Ericson asked as his eyes settled on the silhouette of the mountains thousands of metres away from where they were.

The pain rolled through me in waves, deep and hot and suffocating, starting from my chest and spreading outward until my fingers tingled and my knees buckled. I stumbled to the bed and collapsed onto it, breath already coming in short broken pulls. Then it got worse. My vision blurred and then sharpened in a way that made no sense. I could see my arms. My chest. My hands clutching the sheets. But underneath that, deeper, I saw something else. My blood. I do not know how to explain it without sounding insane. I could see it moving. Dark. Too dark even. Not the bright red you see in textbooks or movies. This was thick and shadowed, almost black, rushing through my veins like it carried weight

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

This is the first time that someone had a lucky shot and did this damage. Speaking of damage, I don't know how much I'm actually hurt. With the two kids watching me and waiting for me, I decide to look down at my cuts to see what's going on. And to my surprise, I see that the three cuts are worse than I thought. Blood is oozing out in steady rivulets. I find out by dipping my finger onto it that the blood is thicker and stickier, and that's not just something that's caused by the blood drying up.

The syringe slowly sucked up the mysterious liquid, filling the clear chamber. My eyes locked onto the medicine, a sudden wave of suspicion hitting my mind. The fluid inside the tube wasn't clear or translucent like normal medicine; it was a thick, milky white color that looked incredibly heavy and strange. Veronica stepped closer to the edge of the bed, gently peeling back the heavy white sheets to expose my bare leg, right below the fresh bandage around my thigh. Without a second of warning, she precisely drove the sharp needle straight into my skin, pushing the thick white liquid deep into my muscles.

Then they closed again. I told myself to stay calm, so I could think like a doctor and treat what I could then record the rest. Do not panic. Do not make assumptions. I murmured I moved to his side and put a hand on his wrist. His pulse steadied for a moment. I checked his temperature. Too high, it was not a fever. This was something else. I leaned back and breathed out slowly. I looked at the blood on my gloves. It had already thickened into dark, solid streaks. Human blood did not do that. Not at this speed. Not with this smell.

Like he was trying to make it easier for me. I looked at him. Really looked at him. His body was already giving up. His skin looked thin, almost like it was clinging to his bones. Dark lines ran under it, moving slowly like something alive inside him. His blood… it wasn’t even normal anymore. It was black, thick, and dead.