La Mujer Del Flujo De Sangre Novels & Stories

I looked at her legs, the blood was slowly gushing out increasing the pain that she had tried to conceal. “How do I help?” I asked mama taking the stance of a man. “Ikem, get water” she replied almost immediately. Ikem took the bucket and set off swiftly then she turned towards me “you will have to control the bleeding” I nodded my head, taking recognition of the task placed on me. “Find an onugbu leaf, cut as much as possible and find a cloth or wrapper.” I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama.

Meanwhile, Jessica, a woman worth $150 million, had never visited him in the hospital and refused to pay the $75,000 for his surgery. After thanking the doctor, I headed to Frank's room. A nurse burst out of the room, calling out urgently, "Doctor! The patient just coughed up blood, and his heartbeat is dropping fast! We might need to move the surgery up!" I turned to the doctor, my eyes brimming with tears. I pleaded desperately, "Doctor! You have to save my son, please!" The doctor had just rolled Frank into the operating room and was getting ready for his surgery. Out of nowhere, a voice everyone knew too well echoed through the hospital halls.

"She has intimate knowledge of wolf territory and their king. Properly motivated she could serve as an excellent intelligence source." "Motivated meaning tortured." Another vampire spoke from the silver and purple group. A woman with white hair and eyes like frozen lakes. "Lady Cassandra of Umbra Sanctum. We petition for research access. Her blood properties are unprecedented and should be studied systematically before she is wasted on crude interrogation."

His entire being was radiating darkness and decay. I watched as he violently pushed a woman away. His face contorted uncontrollably with anger. I frowned slightly. Clearly, it was not just his demeanor that had changed. However, none of it compared to the shock of looking at someone who had my face. At first glance, it was terrifying. Upon closer inspection, though, the resemblance was not perfect. Perhaps the plastic surgery had gone too far. Her features were swollen and unnaturally smooth, and even the heavy makeup could not hide the fine scars at the corners of her eyes.

But the moment I thought of those two marriage certificates—that could very well be fake—the words became stuck in my throat and refused to come out. Seeing me fall silent, Simon was emboldened and became even more overbearing. "So I was right. You deliberately chose to work in obstetrics because you wanted to take advantage of vulnerable women." He jerked his chin toward the man who had delivered the banner. "You. Hold him down." I stared at him warily, taking several steps back. "Don't touch me!" But in the next second, something heavy struck me on the head. A warm stream of blood trickled down from my forehead. By the time I came to my senses again, the hallway was already packed with spe

The woman whispered, “Because they know what she will become.” A howl echoed through the forest. The woman flinched. “They found us.” I stepped toward her. “Wait!” She backed away. “Don't let them take her.” “Who is she?” The woman looked down at the baby. Then back at me. “She's the last of the Moonblood.” My blood ran cold. “Moonblood?” The woman nodded. “Your blood.” I looked down at my wrist. The silver crescent was glowing. The woman's eyes widened.

Face calm despite blood loss. Mrs. Santoro. Deadly. Unstoppable. Even bleeding. The broadcast continued. Showing the world. Showing everyone. This woman was not to be underestimated. Not to be dismissed. Not to be challenged. She was Dante's wife. His weapon. His partner. And she would kill for him. Even wounded. Even dying. She would finish the job. --- The medical wing. Clean. Sterile. Prepared. Doctors waiting. Efficient. They took her from Atlas. Laid her on a table. Cut away the dress. The beautiful red dress. Ruined. Destroyed. Perfect.

"I am listening." "She has a concussion and that's why she bled through her nose. The side of her back was cut open by a sharp object, maybe wood but she's going to be fine. Although she lost...she lost a lot of blood, we'll keep looking for any sign that'll jeopardise her health." "And I pay you to keep looking," I replied, my eyes on her little form. The man nodded. I stood at the edge of the bed, my hands fisted at my sides.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

Just as this rescue was taking place, a young lady came up to Kayle calling, “KAYLE! WHAT has happened? Why is Mary in such a horrible state?!” she was astonished to see this young lady in a dirty condition as her hairs were all crumbled out, her face had dirt, and the worse part she was all tied. This arrival lady couldn’t believe what was occurring in front of her mother’s eye. She stood watching while the others were busy opening the victim.