I Know It Was The Blood For Me Novels & Stories

- Oh, Steph… - Say that again? - I know you are in disbelief, I was too. Do you remember my dream? - The one you are having every single night? How can I forget it? - Well, it was like I was living it. Only this time my savior wasn’t there. It was only me. - Are you trying to tell me that you fought with your bare hands with a vampire? - Not only that, I also killed him. - What? How?

"The day I turned 28, after I found out my parents were still alive, I passed out cold because of being forced to donate too much blood. "While I was out, I overheard how relieved you were that Jasmine was safe." My mom was sobbing her heart out. My dad stayed quiet. Will looked utterly panicked. "That's not it. I thought you were just trying to trick me..." "You know, it's weird. Even on the brink of death, I couldn't figure out what I'd done to be branded the bad guy by all of you. " They paled, suddenly at a loss for words. Really, what had I done wrong?

During the harvest moon, I bathed in the blood of my enemies, that blood was the only thing that gave me strength to carry on every day. “I'm sorry” Turning around he was about to walk away when that familiar figure came walking into the room.

Keeping my head down, I couldn’t muster the courage to watch the news. As a distraction, I stirred my cup of latte. The blend of the creamy aroma and the bitterness of the coffee roast was much like the turmoil in my mind. Pulling myself together, I told myself that I had started a new life. The past should not hold me down.

The scar on my thigh pulses faintly, a dull echo of something I don’t yet understand. Blood, it turns out, doesn’t mean loyalty. It just means proximity, and I have never been close enough to matter.

By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden. I feel it working. I also feel the cost. It is not pain exactly. It is more like weight. Like every drop of the Moonblood I send into him is something I am drawing from a reserve that is not infinite, and I have already spent so much tonight — in the shift, in the fight, in the thirty seconds of absolute clarity it took to face Lysandra and end what she was. I don't stop. I keep sending it.

I was the only one in the family who could donate for her. Since the day I was born, I had been burdened with the responsibility of being her personal blood bank. As I watched my blood flow into her, the color slowly returned to her pale face. When I stepped outside, the harsh sunlight made my head spin, nearly knocking me off balance. Waiting for me were my boyfriend’s anxious expression and my parents' serious faces. "Alice, you need to donate again tomorrow." Still dizzy from before, I froze, hesitating before pleading with them.

She motioned between us at the invisible but very real, thick, tangy power. “How did he do it?” I asked. “How was it supposed to be done?” I added, unsure if those questions were the same or not. “You open it with blood,” she responded. “Why does it always have to be blood?” I knew I sounded annoyed. She laughed, it was deep and rich and as beautiful and warm as she was. “Blood is powerful,” she stated. “It tells the story of those that came before us, it is filled with love and loss and history.”

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

( fear of blood) i will pass out if i saw blood. He walked up to me and touched the crimson liquid belonging to my body and smelled it. "Ahhh the smell of fresh blood! i love it" he said i can't let him do what ever the heck he want! I pushed him with all the strength i am honestly surprised is left in me and dashed out of the room. I was trying my level best to ignore my blood as well as be as fast as i can be but because that fucker gave me a deep wound i can't.