La Mujer Del Flujo De Sangre Novels & Stories

He’d heard me introduce myself at the gallery. Still. Hearing him say it did something to me. “I live uptown,” I said, like that explained anything. He just looked at me for another long second. Then he turned and started walking again. I called after him. “Dmitri!” He stopped. Didn’t turn. “You’re bleeding,” I said. He glanced at his hand. Shrugged. “It’s fine.” “It’s not fine.” He finally looked back at me. For the first time, I saw something crack in that iron mask. Not much. Just a flicker. Exhaustion, maybe. Or something softer. Something that scared him more than the guy with the knife.

*Cough* Blood erupted from the woman's mouth as she tried to gather all the miasma that came from the cursed jar she was holding in her hands. As the evil spirits invaded her body, breaking it from the inside so violently, a bitter smile escaped on her pale, moon like face. 'Heh.. I am foolish until the end, huh?' *Cough* *Cough* Blood kept erupting from her soft lips as the cursed jar finally shattered to pieces. The woman fell to the ground, her eyes stared at night sky. There were no stars and the sky looked eerie and gloomy. It fit with her own situation.

the purple spiked leaf entered my mind, "before we could begin to see what was wrong. She-... She is a human, correct?" "Yes... why? What is wrong with her?" I asked carefully. "It seems we can not recognize her blood. It is as though her body is rejecting it. I just wanted to confirm due to..." he gestured towards me. Due to my circumstances is what he meant. "Yes, she is definitely human." I thought of the smell of her blood, definitely human. "How do you-?" "He smelled her blood." Veronica answered Arron. "You can tell by smelling her blood?" The Doctor asked shocked. "How?"

I asked. "We have been ordered to move you to the Blood service quarters,' they said looking, sad. There was no way this was a good thing. I could not be surrounded by Bloods. I was a Moon. They were my betters. "On whose orders?" I asked. "Mine," A harsh female voice said, coming from behind me. I turned around to see a middle-aged woman with blond hair. She used to be the wife of our packs Delta until they killed him along with my father. She had a harsh voice, but she was a loving woman.

I rubbed my temples and looked at the two of them. Ever since Colby had dragged me into the first livestream, I had been feeling deeply unsettled. Now, I just felt like a lamb to their slaughter. Feeling strongly uneasy, I gripped the blanket beside me and could hear another woman's faint moans from the room next door. Fear crept up my spine as I sat up and asked, "What are you doing here? It's late, and I need to go home." Instead of answering, Colby switched on the TV. The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me.

Red light pulsing above like a warning heartbeat. Voices leaked through—clipped, mechanical. “…pressure dropping…” “…keep going, the beta’s daughter needs her kidney!!” I didn’t knock. I drove both palms into the center of the doors. They flew inward with a sound like breaking bone. The operating room stopped breathing. A small woman lay open on the table—ribs parted, blood dark and spreading beneath her like spilled wine. Machines shrieked in protest. A scalpel hung suspended in a gloved hand.

The air in the room vibrated, the glass panes rattling in their frames. Hours later, the tired-eyed doctor walked into the waiting room. She was stripping off her surgical cap, and her forehead creased with the weight of the night. Toby was on his feet before she could speak. "Lisa? The baby?" "Your wife is stable," the doctor said. There was a collective exhale of both men. "The surgery was difficult. The abruption was severe, likely brought on by extreme acute stress and a spike in blood pressure. We had to perform an emergency C-section."

"What surgery does she need? What medication? I will buy the entire hospital. I will fly in the best neurologists on the planet. Fix my wife, Romeo!" Romeo didn't flinch. He just reached up and firmly pried my hands off his scrubs. "You cannot buy a cure for this, Dante, and you cannot intimidate it away." Romeo said sternly. "Listen to me as a doctor. She suffered a massive postpartum hemorrhage. She was in severe hemorrhagic shock. Her brain was deprived of critical blood flow and oxygen. Combined with the immense physical and emotional trauma of childbirth, her mind literally could not handle the stress."

Keira's P.O.V Blood. My eyes lingered at the white marble stained red as I heaved trying to take in oxygen, sitting in the center of a gigantic purple circle that I used earlier for my purpose of dark magic. "My Lady! Please stop! You are putting your life on line." Celeste, my friend and the daughter of my handmaid cried as she got up from her chair and rushed to me. "Stop! I'm fine! Don't enter the circle. I already told you to leave, Este." I spoke as I placed my hand over my chest, spitting out the leftover blood in my mouth.

Panic surged through me, and I looked around, searching for any sign of life, anything that could explain this nightmarish place. That’s when I saw her. A woman, standing waist-deep in the blood. Her long red hair clung to her back, soaked and dripping with the same crimson liquid that surrounded us. She was crying, her sobs echoing in the vast emptiness, but there was something horribly wrong with her tears. They were blood.