Guide Is Thicker Than Blood Novels & Stories

“The color of the orb above your hand will change color as you hover it over different parts of your patient’s body. Different colors mean different ailments, but in general, green means they are healthy and the darker the red, the closer to death they are. I know you just want to blow shit up, but this stuff helps with control, so just do it.” I suppressed a snicker as I stopped the cart next to them. Lady Britanny filled a foam cup with coffee before reaching for my chin. I forced myself to hold still, then bit my tongue to keep from moaning again when her touch lingered. Her hands were so soft on my face, and the sensations she poured into me went straight to my lower bits. A dozen other

In less than 5 minutes, the blood slid down my legs but it wasn't your usual kind of blood. This blood was thick and black and followed a procession. As they hit the ground, it gave off a smoky appearance and Lucian raised a brow. "What's that?" He questioned pointing to the spot where the blood was dropping consistently. "I wouldn't know, you murderer. You killed my baby." I yelled when Lucian began pointing my eyes and the guards shrieked as they moved out. "Aria, what are you doing? Your eyes are pitch black.”

It will absorb the blood from his palm. And then another episode happened: blood. Thick, dark red blood.

“Do you hear how fast it’s going?” I don’t answer him. I’m lost in a kind of ecstasy that borders on an orgasm. “When her blood thickens and her heart slows down, you need to stop. That’s why we don’t bite into big veins or arteries, they bleed out too fast and we barely get any nourishment.” I can barely hear anything Aldric is saying. The warm blood is like a drug. I want more and more of it. The best part is when her blood starts to thicken up a bit and her heart slows down. The blood tastes different, richer somehow.

His bushy brows and tightly sealed mouth seem to repeat to me, Cauterize, restore blood. It doesn't come out in a stream this time. Dense blue sprinkling leave my fingertips, they settle briskly on the stump and disappear as they land. I’m tempted to look at Saelyna’s work, but I recall Veesa’s sharp voice, and focus. Slowly, ever so slowly, the crunching of flesh and bone reports progress, until the wound is completely covered in a smooth curve and I can’t see any more blood. I don’t stop though. The iden comes in a flow now, as I order it to restore blood flow. Color returns to the arm, and gradually to his face.

His bushy brows and tightly sealed mouth seem to repeat to me, Cauterize, restore blood. It doesn't come out in a stream this time. Dense blue sprinkling leave my fingertips, they settle briskly on the stump and disappear as they land. I'm tempted to look at Saelyna's work, but I recall Veesa's sharp voice, and focus. Slowly, ever so slowly, the crunching of flesh and bone reports progress, until the wound is completely covered in a smooth curve and I can't see any more blood. I don't stop though. The iden comes in a flow now, as I order it to restore blood flow. Color returns to the arm, and gradually to his face.

"Look at the color. And the way it’s... moving." Sofia looked. The blood wasn't the bright, oxygenated red of a human, nor was it the thick, obsidian ichor of a standard vampire. It was a deep, bruised plum, and as it hit the cold pavement, it didn't just sit there. It seemed to vibrate, pulling itself back toward Somito’s body in thin, microscopic threads. Then, she heard the sound. It was the sound of wet leather being stretched, of stones grinding together, and of something knitting itself back into a shape it had no right to hold. "What is happening to you?" Sofia whispered, her hands shaking as she watched the wound in his chest begin to close.

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.

He observed carefully and finally discovered something. It turned out that the blood wisps, which were as thin as hair and which made up the blood cocoon, were not concrete. Instead, they were extremely delicate tubes, wrapping around the white bones. At the same time, they were all seeping into the sea of blood. The shimmer that flashed was not light, but some strange substance in the crimson tubes, which was absorbed from the sea of blood. It was constantly being transmitted into the blood cocoon... Ding Hao was greatly shocked.

"But the blood... it’s too dark. It looks like the same stuff we saw in the valley." I leaned over the wound, my stethoscope pressed to the man’s chest. The heartbeat was erratic, a frantic, fluttering rhythm that didn't match the volume of external blood loss. I pulled a syringe from the tray, drawing a small sample of the fluid pooling in the entry wound. It wasn't just blood. It had a strange, milky viscosity to it, a chemical sheen that caught the harsh light of the room.