Isaac Blood Clot Novels & Stories

"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.

“Yes it's the only way to remember her, I didn't see a face— I couldn't... She was like a glow stick,” Isaac leaped towards me, grabbing a dagger from his stash, slicing through my palm, “Ow!” I cried out “Are you crazy?” “Hold still, it will heal” he assured me. I watched the blood on the knife, oozing down on the pendant, clicking it open, “That didn't happen before,” I whispered,

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?'

Isaac felt his blood rush to his head. Earlier, he had figured there was no chance of success and had stopped Claire from acting. But now, he rushed out without a word. He didn't have a plan, but he couldn't just watch Violet be violated. She was a woman of great pride—no man could impress her, not even the finest. If Yuvan, this vile scoundrel, sullied her, she wouldn't just cause chaos—she would probably wish she were dead. Isaac shot forward, with Claire and Iris following behind. The three of them landed outside the tent, only to be met by dozens of drawn swords and knives.

It was a trap. He lunges, but April is faster. She drives our weight upward, jaws snapping shut around Isac’s heavy shoulder. The taste of his blood hits my tongue. I twist my torso, using his own momentum to flip him over. Isac hits the stone floor with a heavy, bone-shattering thud. April keeps her teeth locked into his flesh, whipping her head side to side, dragging his massive frame across the floor like a ragdoll. He roars, his claws tearing uselessly at my flanks.