Luka Tapi Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

The man gave advice. "I'm not in the mood to see her right now. You can see for yourself that my condition is very unlikely." Luka said with emphasis. He did not want to get another blood transfusion because. It was quite agonizing for him. He wanted to recover quickly so that he could move like before. The wound was still very new and prone to bleeding again. "Fine if that's what you want." Marco could no longer argue. This time he intervened himself, as he could not rely on his men.

At this time I heard a soft thud from the side, and when I turned my head to look, I found the sight of Livia lying coldly in the Ephesus’ stream literally in a pool of blood. Her blood flowed out mixing with the water forming a blood red liquid with the two fishes who had somehow been slaughtered beside her, it seemed like she was injured,this amount of bleeding is no longer a minor injury!

she stated and snuggled to his arm, smiling widely. Luca said nothing but focused on the paper in his hand. When their numbers were called, they entered one of the consultation rooms. After Hecara got a thorough check-up, Luca was told that she had no issues with her health as she was perfectly healthy. "See, I am healthy..." Hecara said proudly. Luca, puzzled by the health result, shook his head. He saw her coughing blood and he was sure something was wrong with her health. "But, I saw her coughing blood and the stains are still-" he paused when he found no bloodstains on his suit. He frowned as he processed the situation. How did the stain get rid of itself?"

[ IN WHICH SHE MAKES A DEATHLY DECISION ] … [you have conceived a child. Luca isn’t telling a lie] … Tears form in my eyes. “No.” I stare at Luca’s face which has now assumed the color of his red hair due to the reduction in oxygen. “It can’t be.”

She knew she was close. She only had to walk further in before she saw the blood splattered on the ground. She turned to Luke, wondering if he was bothered by the blood. He was a vampire after all. He just shook his head as if he understood what she was going to ask. "I am okay. These are all vampires' blood. Vampires do not drink from vampires." She nodded in relief. Then she continued her search for Raziel.

red—full hybrid red. “Blood,” the guy rasps. His voice scrapes like broken glass. “Bring me… blood.” Luca recoils, nostrils flaring. He looks annoyed suddenly—likely from getting startled like that. “Yeah, that’s not happening.” The guy grins. Or maybe grimaces? Hard to tell with all the dried blood and the disturbing twinkle in his eyes. “Give me a vial,” he croaks. “And I’ll tell you a secret.” “Yeah? No can do. For all we know, you need it so you can take us down next,” Luca snaps, arms crossed and scowl firmly in place.

The snow level rose in front of them and Zinnia experienced a moment of pure terror as it looked like they’d be sealed in. How would they get air? Well, she supposed, only she really needed it. She pulled Luca’s drooping head into her lap and pressed her hands on where his wound should be to staunch the bleeding. She found no blood. He had said he could bleed. She didn’t understand. He opened his eyes and grabbed his head. Not his shoulder she thought.

" Take the next flight to B city as soon as possible. " " No!... bro, I was wrong!" But Ivan didn't finish what he was saying as Leon hanged up on him. "....." Not B city! Lucia walked out of the chief surgeon's office with a heavy heart. Doctor Gabby said the RH negative blood type is very rare and is hard to come by. And in the whole of Medieval country, there are just two places you can get this type of blood.

An elderly doctor exited, asking for the patient's family. Lukas went up and said, "I am. Doctor, how is my uncle?" The doctor sighed. "He's not doing very well. We need to perform a blood transfusion, but he has a unique blood type and there's no inventory for it in our blood bank." "Use my blood, then. I'm his nephew, so my blood should do." Lukas immediately extended his arm. The doctor nodded. "Alright. Come with me to run a blood test so that we know if you are a match."

The white lace pillowcase is smeared with crimson. In those few seconds of calm, my hand moves of its own accord to Luca’s cheek. It’s wet with blood but I wipe it away gently. His eyes are slightly unfocused, pain dulled by shock and maybe some other kind of fading numbness. He’s so alive in my arms, and I’m terrified of what any breath he takes might do.