Light Rust Color Blood Novels & Stories

I just knew that I needed to do something real quick. But as soon as I opened them, I noticed something that sent a shiver down my spine - the color of the lady's blood seemed to be changing, darkening to an unnatural hue. I knew that wasn't normal. Something was very wrong. Her blood was meant to be red in nature, but hers was getting darker. What was probably wrong? Why was her blood changing ? What would be the reason for this ? I muttered silently. My mind raced, But then I suddenly had a realization. My mouth opened uncontrollable as I spilled out in a low tone

What if he wanted to kill her too… what if…? I gasped in fright as Bella let out a snore, shaking from my thoughts I dropped the vial. I giggled softly to myself for being so on edge before picking it up again. I frowned as the blood seemed to shift in colour, now an almost dark honey colour. I picked up one of the other ones from the bag, it was that rusty colour. I glanced between the two of them before giving the second vial a shake, watching mystified as the vial seemed to shimmer as the blood reformed and mixed into that honey colour.

I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his neck, spinning around and bringing him to the floor before rolling off him. I looked on in anticipation and saw him getting back onto his feet but his movements were much slower than earlier and his eyes had turned a bright yellow color as he glared at me furiously, growling rather loudly and he struggled to get up to his feet, his lips had been smeared with red liquid which could only be blood.

He made a horrible choking sound and fell on top of me, his heavy, muscular body going totally limp. "Ryker!" Ronald screamed, jumping forward to grab his brother. I looked down at the furs beneath me, and what I saw made me scream with horror. The fluid leaking out of my pussy—the mix of their cum and my juices—wasn't white or clear anymore. It was turning into a dark, bubbling, poisonous black liquid. It looked like ink mixed with rot. "What is happening?" I sobbed, my voice full of terror. Ronald looked at the black fluid and then at me. His eyes were full of pure horror. "Your blood... Anna, what is in your blood?"

I eye roll at her but giggle while Leyanne shakes her head. “No… no glitter. Sadly. Might pretty up their dark and drab love of living in old castles and smelly gothic lairs. Not that I can talk, mind you… Darrius is a prime example of what true bloods look like. Red eyes, warm skin…”

23: Piecing Together (2.1) HOW LONG HAS he been standing here? Smack A shade of dark amber eyes that contains a yellow copper tint with hues of green-hazel and brown stared listlessly at the bleeding mosquito wedged between his calloused hands and now flushed cheeks. Groaning in annoyance at the plethora of blood-sucking insects that kept on lingering around him for hours. Seriously, he won't be surprised if he loses consciousness and wakes up with malaria all of a sudden.

The first time Luna coughed blood, it was into her own hand. A small thing. A smear of red against her palm, startling and bright in the gray light of dawn. She stood in the washroom alcove just off her and Orion’s chamber, bare feet chilled by stone, steam from the basin rising around her. She had woken feeling… heavy. Not exhausted—she knew that kind of weight well—but *thick*, as if her blood had turned one shade closer to sludge.

Flickering red lights painted the corridors in a strobe-like hell. “Bleeding…” Cedric’s voice cut through the din, pointing to the crimson blood still slicking down my chest. The metallic scent filled my nostrils. I was healing slower than usual. A dull ache throbbed with its own heartbeat. “I’m fine,” I rasped, but the lie was blatant.

I ramble, blinking back tears that burn in the back of my eyes. Eryk grabs my wrist. "We even bleed the same colour." I pause, that admission startling me into silence. It dawns on me all over again that my blood is smeared across my face, so hiding the fact it's purple from Eryk is pointless. He's seen it that night on the ice anyway.

I clear my throat, "Just let me wash your hair again, to make sure there's nothing in there." He shudders, but nods and allows me to walk closer again so I can lather his hair and massage it, trying to get everything out of there. The blood totally has stained his bleached hair. It was almost white this morning, but it's red right now. Not pink, but blood red. It's probably going to trigger him later, so I wash and wash for as long as I can, until Eros is making a purring sound and grabbing my waist like he's going to fall if he doesn't.