Isaac Blood Clot Novels & Stories

Although she couldn't leave, she had to go to another room, even if she could only go to the kitchen. "Issac..." As soon as she said one word, Isaac got up and staggered to his room. However, maybe it was because he had drunk and bled so much, he lost his balance and fell to the ground before he could walk two steps. He reached out to hold on to the tea table next to him, and finally managed to stabilize his body so that he didn't fall down awkwardly. But... he used his injured hand. In this way, more blood came out of his hand, and the table was soon dyed red with blood.

When the security guard saw me, he quickly said, "Please talk some sense into him. He's been in a car accident, and he has lost a lot of blood. "We keep trying to convince him to go to the hospital, but he refuses to leave. If this continues, he could very well die from blood loss." I nodded back at the security guard and entered the room. I immediately saw Isaac sitting there. His face was pale and covered in sweat. It looked like he was in a lot of pain. His eyes lit up when he saw me. Smiling, he said eagerly, "You finally agreed to see me, Vicky! Can you come home with me, please?"

The problem is, that only applies to children born with one blood in their veins. Isaak's father was Mustafin and his mother was Talos. He isn't a pureblood. A soft sigh passes my lips as I push away from the table. I shoot Tavin a glance, mumbling, “I figured as much.” His features soften momentarily, but just as quickly, the hard look he typically wears returns.

"Where is Isaac?" "With your brother." "That scream. Was that…" Lavinia nodded. "I didn't see what happened. I'm sorry, Sonia. There was nothing I could do." Sonia took a deep, shaky breath. "You knew this might happen," Lavinia said. "You knew when you helped us that this could happen." Before Sonia could answer, Isaac limped through the double doors. His entire front was soaked in a mix of black and red blood. His hair was slick and stained and he was dragging his left ankle. "We have to go. Now."

“Then we’re going with you.” I shook my head. “No. If this goes wrong, I can’t risk either of you.” Before they could argue, I rolled up my sleeve and picked up the syringe. The blood inside shimmered like liquid fire. One last look at Lydia. One at Evelyn. Then I pushed it into my arm. Pain hit first—hot, blinding. Then cold. Like ice in my bones. My heart thudded. My vision blurred. I dropped to my knees. “Isaac! Isaac!” Evelyn was screaming. Lydia too.

Juste remembered one his mother’s greatest work. Being a herbalist herself, he never would imagine the vastness of Saraise Isaacs' scientific accomplishments if he didn’t look for the ingredients of the Remedium. Her mother’s discovery and breeding experiments landed her a place in scientific books. He started to feel enthusiastic and excited about getting the next ingredient. Saraisium ordinem, also known as ice rose, is a succulent plant that had been specifically bred for the very purpose of making the Remedium.

"She said she wasn't interested in him" she muttered. * GUEVARA HOSPITALS* Isaac was running as he came out of the cab that dropped him. He literally dashed into the hospital, and he was breathless when he got to the reception. "Isaac? Thank gawd you're here" a doctor blocked him. "How's my mom doing?" He asked impatiently. "Another hidden tumor surfaced in her front lobe, and we have to carry out the surgery unfailingly tomorrow" the doctor replied, holding his shoulder.

*picture inserted* The picture is of Isaac, I think. The man is barely recognizable. Honestly, the only reason that I know that it’s Isaac is because Seth said it was. He’s laying on a hospital bed, his face a mass of purple and blue bruises and bandages. His eyes are closed, mask over his mouth and nose for oxygen, and his skin beneath the bruising is pale. Arya: HOLY FUCK! IS HE ALIVE???? Seth: Obvi. In the pack hospital. Unconscious. Mathias said he should have died 2. Didn’t give him a chance to say anything.

My door opened and Blakely asked if I was okay as Damon unbuckled my seatbelt and helped me out of the car. “Can you walk? Does anything hurt?” Isaac asked as he pulled me away from Damon. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even going that fast! I didn’t have time to stop! Is everyone okay?” a guy asked as he rushed to where we were standing. “Isaac, your head is bleeding,” I said as I tried to use my sleeve to wipe the dripping blood. He jerked his head away and led me to Damon’s car, roughly pushing the other driver away as we went.

His men were all armed with tranquilizers, and were supposed to take out Ian and his goons when the opportunity presented itself. But it never did. Ian had already taken a machete from one of his goons and was walking toward Isaac to make sure he was dead—a tranquilizer dart hit Ian square on the neck before he got too far, and he dropped unconscious immediately. Soon, his goons were taken down as well, while the leader of Isaac's men promptly barked, "Go! Search the river! We must find her…" … Isaac found himself in a hospital when he regained consciousness. Remembering what he saw before he was knocked out, he asked immediately, "Where is she?'