Luka Tapi Tak Berdarah Novels & Stories

I could hear the scuffle of feet approaching the ward. "How bad is his condition," I heard my dad's voice. "Really bad. He's too weak to heal," Dr. Grooves explained as my dad walked into the room, an aura of confidence exuding from his presence. "He requires a blood transfusion urgently and unfortunately we've run out of O negative in the blood bank". "I can donate my own blood, yeah?" Dad asked. Dr. Grooves heaved, "I'm sorry Your Majesty but your blood type doesn't match Lucas's. You've got O-positive blood and it can't be used universally because it has the Rh factor, which makes it incompatible with all negative blood types," he explained.

Fiona spat, "You've lost, but you can't accept your defeat gracefully, can you?" Harper argued stubbornly, "You guys must have cheated! How could there be no blood?" Larissa spoke nonchalantly, "Blood would only flow out after three seconds following a vessel rupture in cold-blooded animals. As long as you take photos and suture it back within three seconds, there won't be any bleeding. Don't you know the content on page 87 of the anatomy textbook?"

The grin falters on Luka’s face. I finally speak, my voice lethal with no room for question. “Move, Viktor.” Luka’s grin comes back. I smile to myself. He has no idea what he just volunteered for. *...*...*...*...*...*... The black mat is painted red with Luka’s blood. He’s on his back, blood pouring from his nose, one arm twisted under my knee. My fist is cocked for another strike when his free hand slaps the mat three times in desperation.

Sia had a mate out there and should stop. "Lyles, this isn't really a great idea. The blood thing is too personal and Sia has a mate" Lukas warned. What Lukas said held no meaning because Sia's black blood was already pouring into her open mouth like water. Crinka drank as though her life depended on it. Sia was growing weak from blood loss and as much as he tried to assure himself that he won't die, he had to be careful not to pass out. If an Icelander passed out from blood loss, the effects could be dangerous. While Crinka's heart beat is more pronounced, Sia's own was fading away.

Kendrick patted her, as she kept on sobbing. Baby? Old romantics. Ugh! I bet the gen Z’s believed in that. The ER door slid open, and we rushed over to him. Lucian was bathed in sweat, chest heaving. “We need blood. O+” “Am O- same as Kendrick,” Natasha muttered. He turned to me with a knowing gaze and my mouth dried up. “Our bank is empty… he’s our only chance.” I shook my head, laughing. “Your’e joking. He’s six and you said it yourself… he’s anaemic.”

The blood. There was a lot of it. There was too much. The colour drained off his face as he saw a bloody Miss Lillian lying on the ground, gasping for air. Lucas fell to his knees in front of her, getting blood on his clothes but he didn't care. He tried to inspect her wounds but he couldn't see anything past the dark shade of red all over clothes and her pale, wrinkled skin. From the amount of blood he knew her wounds were deep. Fatal.

Draven lifted Tara, pinching her tiny nose and drawing out a burst of giggles from the little girl. The raw pain in Lucian’s eyes was unmistakable. “That should have been me.” The thought tore through him. It “should” be me. He bit down hard on his lower lip until the taste of blood filled his mouth. His eyes stung with unshed tears. “Sir, you’re bleeding!” Mirabel gasped. She quickly pulled out her handkerchief and reached up to gently dab at the blood on his lip. “Calm down,” she whispered. “You don’t want people to see you like this.”

Three days before we were supposed to leave, Luka collapsed. I was in the middle of reviewing the territory's monthly blood supply allocation — the same administrative work I'd been doing alone for four years, the work that kept this city running while its Prince was away — when I heard the crash from his room. He was on the floor when I got there. Eyes bled full red, pupils blown wide, blood instincts surging without warning. His body was trembling, bones shifting beneath the skin. The awakening was pushing forward ahead of schedule, violent and uncontrolled.

Way too close. The ribs bullet fractured his ribs and scratched his left kidney, another risk to be worried about. He lost a lot of blood and the doctor had to transfuse two blood bags in his system. There was only one blood bag available in the hospital’s blood bank which was compatible with his blood. The doctor asked if there's a close family member who could donate blood to him since it was needed a gently but…there was none and was ticking. Since I’m blood O negative, a universal donor. I didn't think twice before offering to donate blood to Lucas.

Lulla smiled briefly as she spoke to Frans, who was on the verge of tears because of his condition. "Please don't swear in front of my baby ... I don't want him to be a foul-mouthed child when he grows up." "You really are ...." Frans struggled to hold back his tears when he cut his hand so that Lulla could drink his blood. At first, Lulla refused because she didn't want to shorten Frans' life. But once Frans insisted, Lulla finally gulped down the blood with a furrowed brow. Although Lulla was a half-witch, who used blood as a medium for her powers, that did not mean she enjoyed drinking blood like vampires do. Lulla tried to hold back nausea that rose in her throat as she swallowed Frans'