Luka Tapi Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

I smile back. "I would hug you, but ...". Luca throws out his arms looking down at himself, his shirt is drenched in blood. "I have a feeling you prefer me not to". I nod. "Yeah, you are right, a thank you will do". *Lumi* "Is it safe to enter ?" The door crack open and Luca peaks in. "As long as it is you, then yeah". I sigh and sit up on the bed to watch him walk in, gasping when I see the two black eyes that are coming in. "Oh God, I am so sorry babe".

This might be his last day on earth. His head was still reeling from the concussion Lydo forced him to drink and it hurts really bad to move his limp. When he opened his mouth to speak, all he does was gasp and gasped like a fish out of water. Finally, he manages to squeeze out a few words. “What did you give me to drink?” Lydo puts up a fake smile. She brought her face closer to Lucas’ and whispered to him, “Dead werewolf’s blood. So tell me where Kora is and I will not give you some more to drink.”

I ask, still trying to slow my breathing to normal. "Luke, he's AB negative. No one else in the pack is except our dad, but he's sick," she rambles out quickly while starting to pace. I can hear the beeping of the monitor start to slow down, and I know it is because of his lack of blood. "What about O positive? Can't they go to anyone?" I ask, hardly remembering the biology lesson from when I was a kid. She shakes her head before answering. "Yeah, but wolves don't have O positive blood," she tells me before starting to flip through pages of a book, like she is searching for an answer to her lack of available blood.

Lycidas said as he emptied his semen inside her. “Hot… it’s so hot…” Zakira managed to say as she felt Lycidas’ semen filling her up. Lycidas started getting pale as his blood kept on leaving his body without getting replacements. Lycidas felt like he was dying again but Zakira was too engrossed in the delicious taste of his blood that she didn’t realize. Lycidas tried to move his arms to push her away but the lack of blood in his body made him immobile. His cock too begin limp inside Zakira due to the lack of blood.

And also…blood? Lavi is standing there clutching Latfia’s wrist. A drop of blood rolls down his forehead; he is bleeding. “Get the f*ck away from here!” Lavi roars. Before Latifa can even say anything, he twists her hand hard, completely breaking the bones in her arm.

“Franklin, let go! Adrian, stop it right now!” My fingers dug deeper into her wrist. I felt her pulse hammering under my thumb. The phone on the nightstand lit up with a notification, buzzing once against the wood, but nobody looked. Marlene moved finally, one small step into the room. “Adrian, please… he’s bleeding a lot.” “Shut up,” Adrian snapped at her without turning. He stood over Luca, breathing hard through his nose, shoulders bunched. Luca pushed up slowly, using the bed to steady himself. His face was a mess, one side already swelling shut, blood coating his teeth when he opened his mouth. He didn’t say anything. Just looked at Adrian like he was waiting for whatever came next.

Crimson red blood. Gulping her fear, her eyes slowly traced the line of blood and a scream erupted through her mouth, with tears starting to stream down her face. No...No! This was not happening. She covered her mouth with her hand and fell down on her butt. On the other side of the bed, Lucas was laying on the floor, covered in his own blood with his eyes almost bulging out of his eyesockets; indictaing that he was dead. His stomach and chest had holes; which meant he was shot to death.

I could see that his relief was overflowing, since he didn't actually lose two brothers in one day. "I hate to disturb you guys, but he's still low on blood," Nurse Tara said softly. I checked the heart monitor, and indeed, his heartbeat was a bit unusual. I quickly checked his pulse too, realizing it was a bit faint too. I quickly jumped into action, helping Tara set up the machines to transfer the blood. I noticed that it wasn't enough and my thoughts came out loud. "We're gonna need a donor." "I'll do it," Luka said immediately, pulling up his sleeves and sitting in the chair beside Caleb's bed.

You'll become a ripper. A ripper? What did that even mean? But the fear in Lucas's eyes told me it wasn't good. "But I'm starving," I begged, my hands shaking. "Please, Lucas." He sighed, his shoulders sagging. "I know, but taking human blood now would be catastrophic. And I can't give you my blood again. It's too risky. Last time was a close call." My heart sank. What options did I have left? "I'll go get a bag of blood from the Blood Bank," Lucas said, pulling on his jacket. "It's not ideal, but it'll have to do."

She cried, her body trembling, but she disregarded it all and tried to find the medicine box. Clara threw Lucas's phone without care, then gripped his arm to stop the bleeding. "Tell me what I should do while waiting for Jamie. He said... he'll come in two minutes, and I swear I'll really kick him if he—" "Cla," Lucas gently pulled his hand—stopping every word from her mouth. "That's okay. You don't need to do anything." "Your arm is bleeding, which means something bad happened to you, Luke!" Clara stared at Lucas's blood that was starting to soak his navy blue shirt—leaving a vivid red stain.