La Mujer Del Flujo De Sangre Novels & Stories

At the center stood a woman—tall, regal, eyes glowing like twin moons. Ava’s breath caught in her throat. “Mother?” The woman nodded, sorrow and strength mingling in her gaze. “My daughter… when she knows the truth, when the time comes—give her my gift. Give her what I once carried. My blood. My strength. My curse, if it must be.” Ava’s knees buckled—but the woman reached out and placed her palm over Ava’s heart. “Let the old power return through you. Let the forgotten rise.”

Black blood poured, but still it fought, driven by something more than survival. Jason stumbled, his injury pulling him back, and my chest clenched. I wanted to run to him, to tear the fabric from my clothes and press it to his wound, to do anything to stop the blood. But the predator’s gaze held me fast, pinning me in place like prey. It lunged again. Straight for me. Time fractured. Dimitri shouted. Mateo roared. Jason moved despite the blood dripping from his side, his body intercepting mine once more.

She slashed the dagger through the air—but it passed through the figure like slicing through fog. The woman laughed. Water spilled from her eyes. > “You carry her blood,” she said, looking to Sefina. “And the memory of your river-mother still clings to you. That makes you the key and the door.” Sefina staggered. “No,” she whispered. “No, I closed that door. I bled for it. I drowned for it—” > “Exactly,” said the woman, smile widening. “And blood knows how to find its way home.”

I increased the pace I was running, which wasn't as much as I thought—until finally, I burst out of the caves. On the floor, to the corner just at the mouth of the cave, a woman lay. Her chest was still rising and falling, which meant she was alive. I didn't know her, and there was no reason why anyone I knew should be in a place like this at this hour. But that did not mean I wasn't going to try and wake her up. "Hey, hey, wake up." I shook her frantically. When she didn't budge, I noticed there was blood running down the side of her head.

The blade buried itself deeply, as blood began to flow, a vivid crimson that marred her skin and the pristine sheets beneath her. Her muffled screams, stifled by the gag, filled the room, a stark, haunting reminder of the violence unfolding. Her hands and feet, bound to the bed, struggled in vain. The sight was gruesome – the flow of blood, the stark contrast against her pale skin, a vivid portrayal of the grim act I had been coerced into committing.

I gasped for air and couldn't stop myself from crying out. The female hunter stumbled back, her eyes wide with panic. "Why is she hemorrhaging? Is she pregnant?"

The blood rushed from between her legs staining the cold stone floor "No!" She screamed, her voice cracking. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched her abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding but she knew it was impossible. "You monsters! You're killing my child!" The third wife rolled her eyes, saying, "Spare us all this drama, Lucia. You've always been good at playing the victim but this time, nothing can save you"

“Has anyone been to see you?” “No.” I raked my fingers through my hair and straightened up. “I didn’t want to push. I wanted their attention on her. How is she faring?” He cleared his throat. “Her prognosis isn’t good. She lost a lot of blood and almost lost her womb from the botched D&C they performed on her. That’s–” His words rang in my ears. “What are you saying?” I shut my eyes, dread filling up my gut. “They did what?”

The scent was stronger now; pungent with blood, but under that… feminine in a strange way. I moved forward more, and that was when I saw her. Across the stream, just past the rocks and tall grass, lay a woman. She was almost naked, except for the shreds of what had once been clothes. Her skin was scratched and bruised, her leg twisted awkwardly beneath her. One arm hugged her stomach as if protecting something, or maybe trying to hold herself together. Blood stained her side and soaked into the ground beneath her. She wasn’t moving but I could tell she was alive, I could hear it. The faint flutter of a heartbeat, and her shallow breaths.

“Hmmm….You are not doing it right, not draining them correctly! The best blood comes out when meat is .. shall we say “tenderized!!! Torture does wonders for the blood flow.. Also, this is too old.. blah... you need younger blood!!! I personally prefer infants.. You should try it sometime!! You are missing out!!!” I stared at her baffled and somehow found myself in awe of her. Whomever this woman was - she was monster, a real monster, and that was rich coming from me. “She is a true monster – and she is stronger than us. I still would not mind tearing her apart”, Bella chimed in. “Sit down Queen Rowena” she said, casually observing my facial expressions, as if she were bored almost.