Is Blood More Viscous Than Water Novels & Stories

Kael had him out of burning wreck pulled. Silas still wore the remains of his clean white Consortium uniform, even though it was now saturated with soot and oil. Silas directed his glasses with an arrogant but slightly nervous finger point. ‘It is a fact, Betty. Your bridge of the water pump loses forty Percentage of kinetic energy by friction. If you are the hydrodynamic Flow valves in the Old World – which you have put together completely stumblingly here – would arrange logarithmically, we would have double water pressure.”

Now she must drink it like it is normal, but this is far from normal. Vastria took a deep breath in and out then reached for the glass. She brought it before her looking into the red color of the blood. It was thick and smooth. She could smell sweet metallic with something she could not figure out. She could not imagine that blood could smell this good. She closed her eyes taking in the scent of the blood bringing the glass to her lips. She drank it down like sweet wine. It tasted divine as Vastria licked her lips.

Doc The basin before me was a dark, pinkish hue, thick and viscous, like the last glow of sunset smeared across the water. I reached in, wringing a rag out with a slow, deliberate motion, feeling the resistance of the deep stain. It’s funny—this routine, mundane as it sounds, somehow felt like a ritual. A cleansing for what I’d just done, and a quiet acknowledgment of the darker things I’d tolerated in myself.

William looked at the blood sample extracted from Elisa White's body. The color of that vessel is the strongest of all vessels. Those colors are not stagnant, but constantly changing, as if they are hiding great vitality. All kinds of experience told him that things with too bright and changeable colors would not be good. Animals and plants are fair opportunities most of the time. Things that attract eyeballs generally have toxic and hallucinogenic effects. Things with ordinary colors will not be so aggressive.

I guess, it just happens as a reflex when the eyes detect distress on the horizon. Do you know what warm blood looks like in the freezing cold, when there's suddenly so much of it? Actually, you should, given your profession. It steams. A bit like manhole covers in winter, and if it’s pitch dark around you it looks like the vapor you would see in winter when you breathe. It rises up but never reaches the top, and gets stuck somewhere in between. Until it fades.

His legs nearly gave but he forced them to keep moving. The smell of blood hit first. Heavy. Sharp. Not dried. Not old. He knew that scent anywhere. Hawk's blood carried something familiar beneath the copper and iron—something darker when it had been forced out of him over too many hours. And this wasn't a fresh fight. This was layered. Torture layered. Suffering woven in. He sucked in another breath, jaw locking. His wolf surged forward. If there was a Delta anywhere near this, it was already dead. They just didn't know it yet.

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

Did you need to sink me into the bottom of the lake yesterday? 'Of course, didn't you see the effect it had on the trees around the lake? You managed to topple that row of trees within four seconds. Air is a lighter particle than water, so it's easier to control. If I don't immerse you in the lake when your seal is opened , the effect of your power explosion will be much worse than that. Immersing you into the lake helps to reduce the effect of your power" explained Balthazar. "The lighter the particles the easier they are to manipulate too. Even the same liquids are of varying degrees. Water is still easier to control than ... blood, for example."