I Know It Was The Blood For Me Novels & Stories

It felt like my heart had been wretched out of my body. “Why reveal this to me now?” I asked. “I need your blood to survive, I am sick and your blood is the only thing that has kept me alive all this while”

Blood. Not all of it were mine. In fact, most of it belonged to someone else , but it didn't change or alter what I'd just done. The metallic smell lingered in the air, it seeped into my nose and into my mouth, and when I'd tried to get rid of the blood, it only smeared.

He is mine. The blood drained from my face.

I begged the commander in front of me. “I cannot. Nobody can help you in this. You have to discover what this is yourself, that is the only way for us to help.” Sorens said before grasping out loud as if he was being choked, when blood dribbled out of his mouth, I realized that there was more here than what meets the eye, they really cannot tell me what to do. “Is this like another quest I have to go through to prove myself…?” I asked him but he shook his head holding his chest with his face twisted in a grimace.

Blood to blood. And in that moment, in the middle of the fight, I realized: They might already know I’m not human. And worse—That thing knew me.

Only my wolf mom stayed by my side. Yet now, he said he could not understand me. I refused to let them come near. Suddenly, I felt a heavy blow on my head. Everything went dark. When I woke up, my scalp throbbed as if it was breaking apart. I rubbed my head hard. A cold, familiar voice came from nearby. Did you hit her too hard? Why is she still not awake?" The butler bowed and apologized repeatedly. When he saw I had woken up, he quickly reminded Noah.

As I crawled through the tight passage, clutching the hard drive to my chest, one thought echoed in my mind: The truth is coming. And it’s soaked in blood.

The white face towel she used to wipe out the blood was painted with my blood. I was soaked in blood, too, more than before; the metallic stench hit my senses hard this time. At this point, my thinking went from my present situation to how my Dad would feel if he heard this; he had always worried that these little health issues would escalate. I didn't picture this day coming, that I would bleed out two pants of my blood in a few minutes. My eyes began tearing up. If this is to be my end, I should know better.

she added, stressing each and every word. “We’re not the same.” Was all I can say and didn’t think twice to turn my back on her for the I–don’t–know–how–many–times. I thought I can now escape her but what she just said sent chills down my spine. “By the way, you are an idiot for not knowing that you’re being stabbed on your back. You lost your best friend and your boyfriend at a time. Such a clueless little girl who only knows nothing but to focus on her family.” That was the last words that I heard before finally hearing her footsteps walking away.

The pain was getting inevitable for me, and I knew that there was no way out of this other than drinking anyone’s blood. It doesn’t matter who If I don’t have a taste of blood within the night, who knows what will happen to me later on?