I Know It Was The Blood For Me Novels & Stories

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.

Blood boils through my veins, heat flooding every part of me. That bastard set me up.

This was the beginning of something far bigger than me. Something I couldn’t run from. Something I had just tied myself to…..with blood.

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

( 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.

And the next words let my blood flow: “I am your father.”

My blood ran cold. Well…fuck.

Her voice was weak, as if she pulled all the strength in her body to utter those words. “No,,,, blood….s-s-s-so much blood,” I whispered in a stutter, my tongue felt too heavy to say anything else. All I could see was red; the violent splash of blood the moment Eldric stumbled and fell into the grinder…..I could barely get the image out of my mind. “It’s not mine…..it’s not my blood, my love.” I could hardly believe it.

We thought you were a broken mutation that lost the right to the high court. A sudden, immense tremor vibrated through the shared consciousness—a mental wave so heavy, ancient, and deep it felt like the shifting of tectonic plates. It was the voice of the Blood-born leader, waking up from a centuries-old slumber, its thoughts finally untangled from the suffocating fog of the starvation disease.