Hagi Blood Plus Novels & Stories

I quickly glared at him before focusing my eyes back on the road. "This is a big deal Shane! Something inside that gift bag is not just anything. It's one of a kind, and I'm gonna kill that fucking moron that stole it from me." I stepped harder on the accelerator, as the car surged faster ahead and I finally caught a glimpse of the black car.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

And yet, somehow, I was given the hardest task of all. Picking up the tray, which was heavier than all the rest since it was full of pitcher of heavy blood, I made for the door. The Pack clinic always kept a well-stocked blood bank, both in case a wolf needed a transfusion and for whenever important Vampires come calling. Since Werewolves heal so quickly, it doesn't take much to restock it with donations. I helped Rosie a few times doing blood drives during the long years of the war.

And she has no idea how dangerous Raven Warren truly is. My eyes linger on Lily for a moment. She looks small. Fragile. Breakable. And the thought comes unbidden, She would be enough. Her soul would strengthen the Hallow. Her bloodline is potent. Her connection to me makes her a perfect offering. For a heartbeat, the idea tempts me. Then I shut it down. “No,” I whisper. “Not you.” Lily is my legacy. My heir. My blood. I will not sacrifice her. Not even for the Hallow. But the Hallow needs another soul. Someone strong. Someone connected. Someone who won’t be missed until it’s too late.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

Myron's office…. “Miss Beatrice, I've got to be real with you so you can know what we're dealing with. Her life is on the line right now; she has lost so much blood, and the list we can do to help her now is to do a blood transfusion.” He said as he ignored the fear that was displayed on the face of his patient's aunt. “And the prices of blood pants have increased over the week due to its high demand. You would need to sign this document in the absence of her Dad.” She took the piece of document that was given to her across the table. Signing on every signature-needing space with shaky fingers. She sniffled and wiped out some tears that threatened to wet the papers in front of her.

“It’s about the child of prophecy.” A chill seeps into my bones, and my fists clench at my sides. The silence in the room seems to thicken. “What about it?” “The child of prophecy is a male,” Gaza replies. “Born of royal blood, and can be identified by the colour of his hair.” My neck tilts. “Hair colour? What’s the colour?” He straightens, eyes burning a strange orange colour before returning to its normal amber. “White.” A sharp inhale sounds.

"Well look at that, perhaps ypu needs some blood but in that case you need to do something for me. I heard that when a vampire and werewolf hybrid doesn't get blood fast enough goes blood crazed but that isn't what I want. No I will give you this blood which is slightly altered and will send you into... hehe wait I won't tell you what it does but still you will get it in your system." Holly says and holds up a needle which she plunges into my arm and presses lightly on the blood bag.

Chapter Thirty. Nicholas's POV. The sane Hillary in media. We are back to my house. I am sure that in less than an hour later, Anastasia would be home, and it would be surprising if she sees me, because she wouldn't be expecting it. Hillary is with me. I go to a hidden bar in the library room, having pressed a password button to shuffle it out into the open, and take out two blood bags of AB+ blood group. I pass one to Hillary and cut mine and drink right away from the sachet. N

His guilt over his earlier actions wouldn’t allow him to. Bash would feed on bagged blood once he got home. Bagged blood was entirely nourishing and satisfied his physical need for sustenance. It didn’t taste very good though. It wasn’t fresh, and the anticoagulants added to keep it from clotting, gave it an off flavor. Bash would supplement for Gaia, to keep his promise to her.