I Know It Was The Blood For Me Novels & Stories

Embrace it. With a brighter and more intense glow, I gazed upward at the Blood Moon. It was like the magic inside me, alive and wild. It wasn’t what I had thought. It was myself. My bloodline held that power, a legacy I had never demanded, but a curse I had tried to avoid. Nevertheless, it was impossible to escape now.

“But, please… Just this once, listen to me, Kyrie.” “Better not, son. She’ll probably just ask for your money---” “I need your blood, Kyrie!” I witnessed when they both creased their forehead while looking in surprise at me. “Your blood, not your money. Just your blood, please…” “What?” He asked with a hint of confusion in his eyes. “My what?” “Your blood…” I started walking towards him again while crying endlessly. “What the f*ck?” He clenched his jaw again before he loosened his tie and met me in the middle of the living room. “What for?”

She nodded, her expression filled with curiosity. "Yes, but where are we going to obtain his blood?" she asked. "Remember when I shared with you about waking up in a pool of blood? In my dream, I witnessed him bleeding, and ever since then, I have been waking up in a pool of blood. I strongly believe..." I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "I strongly believe it is his blood," I declared, casting my gaze upon each of them in turn.

The blood. I stand in the middle of the ruined hall and look around, and my hands won’t stop shaking. This wasn’t a win. This wasn’t even close. I feel it settle in my chest, slow and awful. We are not enough to stop what is coming. We never were.

I only knew that it answered me when I called. “I offer it,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Take it.” Something tore open inside me. The sensation was unbearable, it was like my veins were being peeled apart from within, like my heart was breaking and reforming all at once. Warmth flooded down my arms, slick and wet. I tried to stay calm, knowing what it was. Blood. My blood. It seeped from my fingertips, sinking into the stone as if the formation had been waiting for it. The carvings ignited one by one, glowing a deep, violent red.

by wiping my blood covered lips from tissue kept next to me. “I got it, the problem isn’t in the coffee, tell me when did you drink blood last time”, Oliver asked me and his question really made me wonder when did I drink the blood last time and just the thought of it brought back those horrific memories from last night fresh in front of my eyes, “the last time I drank blood was when I killed my father, it was his blood that I drank and ever since after that just the thought of blood is making me sick to my bones”, I said in weak tone while coughing in between.

Throwing up violently, I heard Atlas’s voice as everything began to go black. It was their blood. I was covered in my PARENTS' blood. I thought as I passed out.

'Do liars eventually believe their own lies? "I wasn't gonna spell it out, but let's be real—I was too naive, too stupid. I know why you married me. My rare blood type. You needed a walking blood bank for Emma." His face drained of color. I didn't stop. "If you'd just asked, I would've donated. But you drugged me. Stole from me. "Do you even get how terrifying that was? I spent nights wondering if I'd fall asleep and never wake up—just another body you drained dry.