I Know It Was The Blood For Me Novels & Stories

🖱️Victor🖱️ My blood was boiling. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Literally. I could feel it crawling under my skin, thick and hot, like it wanted out. Like it wanted violence. Like it wanted blood so badly my fangs ached even when my mouth was closed. Every breath felt wrong. Every heartbeat felt like an insult. That pathetic human did this to me. Jayden. That fragile little creature with sharp eyes and too much audacity was the reason I had been cockblocked, humiliated, and left craving blood like a starving animal.

I can still taste her blood. And joy fills my heart knowing I made her bleed. “What the fuck are you doing?” A cold voice demanded.

I asked again with a frown in case I didn't hear him correctly and he nodded. “Your blood, Alpha. It might be the only thing strong enough to help her recover.” My blood!! No, no. Not my blood. My blood was off the chart. The memories came rushing back as I stood frozen to the ground. The plague. The war I had fought within myself for years. The darkness that ran in my veins, the thing I had worked so hard to suppress. My blood was not normal. It was dangerous and forbidden. I was the only one meant to have such blood, not Irene.

“I and my kind serve your bloodline.” I blinked, my thoughts stumbling over themselves. “What… what bloodline?”

Blood said and gave him a punch on his face that he stumbled on the ground. “I…Blood---” He tried to say. “I hope that you will still change your mind, but I was so stupid to get that hope in me. How can I forget? You have the same blood as Roman, what they say is really true---blood will always be thinner than water.” Blood said and laughed bitterly; a tear escaped his eyes. ‘If you just know how I wish he is not my father anymore, how I hate that I existed in this world as his son’

I gagged at it, almost ready to puke everything off my tum. "I need to get out of here." I searched around for the door that led me in here but everything was Baby Pink. Nothing different than it. I fisted my hands, moving away from the waterfall of blood. "Xavier!!" I shouted. There could only be one person here. Either me all alone or Xavier. "Come out this instant!" I yelled. I groaned as the blood flooded to my feet, almost getting inside my shoes. "Okay, what's with this blood? Is it my imagination? Do I need to make it somekind of cherry drink?" I pushed my feet back, away from the flooding pool of blood.

“Say it.” She stepped closer, close enough for me to see her eyes clearly and they held something deep, something old. “You carry what was meant for me.” My breath stopped. “What?” Her voice stayed low and steady. “You carry what was meant for me.” I then shook my head. “That makes no sense.” “It does.” “Explain it.” She studied me, like she was deciding something. “Your blood,” she said. “It is wrong.” My chest tightened. “My blood is mine.”

Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. I remember the cheers as I walked before everyone. I remember looking out and everyone bowing on one knee before me, save Arisa as she was my blood partner. I remember raising the small bowl and feeling everyone's blood trickling down my throat. I felt an odd sensation of being connected. A shiver had wracked through me at the time, and for a second I felt each of them burn through me. Instantly I knew all their names and their history up until they gave me their blood.

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar

Blood starts flowing rapidly and soon I'm in a pool of my blood. I guess I couldn't take much of the pain, so I passed out. T.b.c. . .