Luka Tapi Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

“Mr McQueen?” I look at the doctor, who’s just called my name, and I walk over to him. “How is she? How’s my wife?” “She’s fine, stable, same as the babies. But she’s lost a lot of blood and we need transfusion. The problem is our blood bank is empty of O negative.” “I’m O negative,” Luke replies. “Good, we’ll have you tested and ready for transfusion.” “Thank you, Luke.” “No problem, she’ll be fine.” He pats my shoulder before walking away.

"What is wrong with you?" "I see it now," Tera says. "The blood is different." Confusion rubbed on everyone's face. They turn to see Lily's blood but there was nothing different about it. Sarah examines it closely but could not find any clue what Tera was talking about but noticed one thing. Lily was still alive despite her injury. Sarah reached for the handle of the machete. Leo yelled at Sarah not to touch it. They even attempted to move towards them to attack but Zack and Bruce blocked their way with the vervain in their hands.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

Employing the fabric as a makeshift bandage, he devoutly stemmed the flow of blood, preventing it from ruining Killian's clothing. "Okay, I can see Dhruv's blood coming out now," Lucan alarted. Intrigued, I took a step forward to get a proper view, and I saw crimson red blood had begun to ooze out Killian's face. All this while, Killian didn't release a sound even though he was obviously in pain. "This doesn't look like it will stop anytime soon."

I can't believe I am taking this giant man in my arms. "Wait Arina... Stop" Luca said from behind and I stopped and looked at him. "Why is there so much blood?" He asked and pointed at the floor and I looked at Romano's head but the cloth there has clotted blood on it. It is not bleeding. then what?... No... Then I looked down at his back.... NO please no...

The wound gaped open, the flow of blood worsening. Cathrine’s heart raced as she looked down at Luca, panic taking over. What could she do? How could she save him when she could barely hold herself together? But then she felt it—his pulse. It was faint, barely there, but it was enough to give her hope. He wasn’t gone. Not yet.

“I SWEAR YOU TWO.” Elijah let me go from his grip. But that didn’t stop him from landing a blow on my pretty face. The crack was sickening, a wet snap of cartilage. My head snapped back, a spray of dark blood arching through the air to spatter against the cream-colored wall. I wiped my jaw with the back of my hand, looking at the crimson smear. “Feel better Big brother?” I laughed. A low, guttural sound that bubbled up through the blood on my mouth.

Lucas demanded, moving closer to the healer. "Her blood type," Dr. Elena said, her voice heavy with worry. "It's an extremely rare variant found only in certain Alpha bloodlines. We don't have any compatible blood in our reserves." My heart sank. After everything, would I die simply because of my rare blood type? "How rare?" Lucas asked, his voice tense. "Perhaps one in ten thousand wolves," Dr. Elena replied. "Without compatible blood, I can't..." "Test me," Lucas interrupted, already rolling up his sleeve. "Test my blood type."

A funny but painful look appeared on Lu's face as he clenched his balls. Knowing he could be down for a few seconds, Alita stumbled off the bed to get something strong. Her left palm held her forehead before she looked at it, a satisfying gasp left her lips as she didn't find blood. She caught glimpse of a gun from Lu's pocket and she picked it up then turned to aim it at Lu but couldn't find him. "Oh No!" She cried.

The lady crawled desperately, not wanting to give up. ‘Don’t give up!’ her subconscious screamed. She didn’t want to, but she was tired and hurt. Latina looked at her hand, there’s a lot of blood. She wiped the blood away but the bleeding won’t stop. Her world started to spin. She went dizzy. ‘Why don’t you drink your own blood? You still have to escape!’ her subconscious suggested.