I Know It Was The Blood For Me Novels & Stories

Energy flooded my veins, my muscles bulging with seemingly endless strength. My canines extended into fangs, my nails sharpened into claws, and my black hair bleached into a silvery white. I shifted into a white, agile she-wolf. However, vengeance consumed my entire reason. The last thing on my mind was to celebrate my first shift. This was for my unborn pup and my poor, sweet brother, Jake. I pounced on Anna and Jake. “I’m going to kill you.”

They wanted me weak, forgotten, discarded. ‎But I tasted blood, and with it came resolve. ‎This was not my end.

The car was quiet, except for the hum of the tires and the soft, steady click of the turn signal as we rolled through town. Streetlights passed in long, slow stretches of gold. Aiden's hands gripped the wheel too tightly, like letting go might make the world fall apart. I didn't speak. Not at first. Sometimes words feel useless. Sometimes silence feels kinder. More honest. Because what could I even say? I knew who killed Ash. I hadn't seen it with my eyes, but I knew. In my bones. In that place in me that had changed when I drank blood for the first time and never looked at the world the same again.

something red She shrieks in horror at what it says as deja CU hits her all over again, it drips down the mirror like blood “I will Avenge My Brother”

I hated him for that. And I loved him more than I could stand. “You don’t understand what giving your blood means,” I said. “It’s not just a wound. It’s a bond. Once you do it, you’re part of it. Of him. Of… whatever this is.” Ethan leaned in, pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t care.” I closed my eyes. Just for a second. But in that second, I saw something behind my eyelids. A cradle of bones.

The green strands of my hair brushed against my cheek, glowing faintly again under the sunlight. And in that moment, I knew. The blood inside me wasn’t as weak as they thought. It wasn’t as rejected as they had always said. It was changing. And whatever was waking up inside me… it wouldn’t let me stay silent anymore. But at what cost?

Something was definitely wrong with whatever this magic was that was about to unfold. “You all think that I will let you come close to me and touch my blood” I finally spoke out as soon as one of those who claimed to be medically knowledgeable walked close to me holding a syringe. “If you are not going to let us, then everyone can see that it's true” “What is true?” “You are cursed and you used your blood to kill my mother. That was how you paid us back for the good deeds we did for you” I scoffed, angry and irritated at the same time. “You have lost your mind! I am not going to be used as an experiment”

Ivy They say blood remembers. I used to think it meant legacy. Lineage. History passed down through dinner conversations and gold-trimmed birth certificates. But as I stared at the terminal flashing Iris’s face—my face, twisted into something razor-sharp—I realized the truth. Blood doesn’t remember like a story. It remembers like a scar. I paced the cold floor of the tower suite, too wired to sleep. Too furious to think. Lucien’s confession echoed in my chest like an explosion I hadn’t braced for.

Only the alpha’s blood could actually kill me. I am currently wondering in the forest looking for a meal. See, the pack did give us blood from their blood bank, but I wasn't a fan of it. Having fresh blood was always better. I couldn't get fresh human blood since I was too far away from human civilization. So, animal blood would have had to suffice for now. The blood from the blood bank was frozen so, it had to be rewarmed for us to drink. Just like how soggy warmed up food in a microwave tasted so, too did the blood when it was warmed. But at least they had blood for us right? Beggars can't be choosers.

i look at my hands and see blood but i know who i am - i am the man she raised me to be. but she's gone - he took her away from me. so i have to be the man she raised me to be for her even if there is blood on my hands, at least it's the blood of sinners.