Katie Survivor: Blood Vs Water Novels & Stories

I couldn’t be weak. The weak didn’t survive. The weak got things they cared about taken from them. I cant be weak, I refuse to be weak, the weak get things taken away from them. I am not weak. You really tink you deserve peace Do you think you can protect I’m like this Hell just end up like liora No.. You'll kill him too “SHUT UP!” I roared, but the water swallowed my voice whole. I heard a crack somewhere in my mind, the sound of glass smashing into a million pieces in a void, but I ignored it

But that damn rogue just sat there, tapping his fingers on the armrest as if he was bored. “It is!” His reply was so callous and cold, it sent a shiver down my spine. And damn, but it also felt like a slash to my heart. I tore my gaze away from him again, watching the chaos erupt around me instead. Most of them already knew what was going to happen. Everyone knew that mate trumped surrogate every time of the day… “She can’t birth you strong pups, My King,” Katie suddenly said, cutting through the chaos. “And I can prove it.”

He nodded again, to which Katie sighed. “I’ve seen too many movies where we are in an endgame cliché,” she said. “An important person dies, and heroes lament for his loss. Either we could wait for them to recall us all while our spirits are low. Or, we could fight and avenge Wilt.” She rose to her feet. “I say we fight.” Swallowing hard, Brock and I got up as well. “You got us convinced, Commander.” Brock blinked. “Um, Katie,” he clarified. “You’re the one who does the convincing.”

All of his power—his dark light—dissipated into nothingness. Theon left her there, huddled up a blood-splattered corner with her hands over her ears to block out the screams. Every time she thought it was over another blood curdled scream or cry for mercy would echo down the corridor. "He did all this for me?" Adam asked, emerging from the far door. He slapped a hand against the wall, drawing a white line through the blood as he walked over to Katie. He stood over her, licking and sucking at his bloodstained fingers. Katie blinked as a mixture of blood and saliva dripped into her face.

Even a smidge of pain or hurt to her body will push me over the edge. My hand is slipping from hers as the man pulls me down. “You’ll pay. We’ll torture the fuck out of you. Rip that tongue of yours out, beat the shit out of you, and then…” Silence. I hear the sound of the gun being shot, but I’m not sure if it is his gun or someone else’s. I turn around to see the man lying on the ground, a pool of blood already starting to form around him. Then I look back up and see Katie sitting on the top edge of the wall, her small body shaking, the gun in her hand, and she looks scared shitless.

Two tides of dark blood collided detonating in a blinding crimson explosion that split Valenfort’s sky apart. The ground quaked. Buildings fell. From afar, Alaric watched through his scope. “If she wins,” he murmured, “Evelyn Cross will die. What remains… won’t be her.” Kael clenched his fists. “Then let her become the Blood Lord, better her than Genesis.” --- Amid the smoke and fire, Evelyn stood among the ashes. Genesis lay broken, half its body melting away. “You… will destroy… everything…” it rasped. Evelyn looked down, no hatred left, only sorrow.

My fist clenched as I imagined what he would have done if Kate's blood hadn't poisoned him. Kate saved him in a way. I would really have killed him if he had done anything extreme to Kate. "What's her deal anyway?" Camille asked with a curious frown. "She smells different from any human I've ever seen. Her blood is too alluring. Despite my years of training, I was tempted to drink from her. It's strange." I didn't want to tell her, but I decided that she deserves to know. After all, he's her father too. "Kate has a special blood. Father was in a critical condition some weeks ago. He almost breathed his last, but her blood saved him."

"The Council thinks they have him buried. But they do not understand the nature of water, little Smasher." Kaira pulled a heavy combat knife from her boot, checking the edge with her thumb. "Water always finds a way up," Kaira grinned. "We just have to stay alive long enough for him to flood the building."

Kathryn looked back at their mother and said, “I found her at the marketplace, stealing food and about to be stoned to death. And Caitlin is half-right.” “I am not following,” their mother said. “They are selling our blood.” “Our blood?” Caitlin scoffed. “You talk as if it’s really ours.” Kathryn stood up and grabbed the knife from the table next to her and both Caitlin and their mother watched as she walked to where the little girl sat. Taking her feeble hand in hers, she made a small cut with the knife and showed it to her mother and sister whose eyes widen immediately. “Yes,” Kathryn confirmed for them. “She is a Blackburn.”