Novel & Cerita Manga Blood Bank

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

Darren exited the prison cell and ordered the soldiers to continue the whipping work. Darren stood in front of the frowning Vander. "Brother, scratch my right hand." He passed the knife to Vander. Vander glared. He had no heart to scratch the knife into his brother's body. Even though Darren sucks, Darren is his younger brother. "I don't want to." Nancy clicked her tongue. "I'll do it." Noura chuckled. "Don't scrape the vein, Nancy." "I couldn't have killed him." Nancy scraped Darren's palm with a knife. "Half-blood has a different blood." Nancy was surprised to see Darren's black blood color with reddish spots. Nancy put the knife back in Darren's shirt pocket.

The storage room was dark. The hallway light poured in from behind Derrick, illuminating a large stain of dark red across the floor. It stretched from the doorway where he stood all the way to the corner of the room. I was slumped against the wall with my head tilted slightly to one side. A dried wound cut across my temple. The area around it had swollen into a massive purple bruise, so swollen that one of my eyes was nearly unrecognizable. Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears.

But right now, my main focus was reaching the cellar, where a combination of musky air and the metallic tang of blood greeted me. As I enter the room, the coppery smell of blood hits me like a wall. The floor is slick with it, and I struggle to keep my feet steady as I approach Cal’s limp body. His breathing is shallow as I leave footprints along the floor, making my way over to him. “Cal?” My voice is barely a whisper, but he doesn’t respond. I focus my magic, calling for bandages to wrap around his wrists where he has been bleeding profusely. The white fabric materialises in my hands as I frantically wrap his wrists, but it quickly becomes saturated with deep red stains. I keep wrapping, h

It was empty. "It's empty"Conri said mockingly. "We just need a drop of your blood."Conall said as he walks over to Conri and pierce his flesh with a pen k ni fe. "Ouch"Conri let out a shrilling cry. Conall dropped Conri's blood on the book and it came to life. Words and images begin to form on the page. A picture of a young lady appeared with the name "MARA BALCOIN" inscribed under the image.

When he was breathing on his own, healed and asleep I take a step back with a breath of relief, he was blue with the loss of blood, he looked weak but he would be fine. I look down at myself and I’m almost sick with the sight of blood and flesh. Chunks of flesh stuck to my clothes and hands, blood smear was all over my face, my clothes. My body felt heavy, exhausted and ready to sleep for a week. Taking a step back, my head goes light. The world around me moves as I try to steady myself “Shit Luna, your nose” Maggie calls, rushing over and steadying me “It’s bleeding” “I just need sleep”

My agony only made his pack more excited, like they were watching a funny sitcom. Magnus crouched down to his warriors, pouring my blood on their wounds, and instantly they healed up. The pack gasped in shock, while Magnus turned to look at me, almost amazed. If my blood still had its healing powers, why wasn't I healing? Why was I still stuck with these wounds? My thoughts were cut short because Magnus stabbed me again and fetched more of my blood. He poured it on his own wounds, and just like his warriors, he healed instantly. A sinister smile spread across his face.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

One aspect of being human I’m glad I never have to deal with. The street is lined with buildings all packed closely together, but I’m only interested in one. The one that reads ‘Banca del Sangue’. All around the world I have set up blood banks run by sanguidae, for sanguidae. They can come whenever they are in need of supply, and magic on each building keeps them protected and ensures sanguidae don’t try raiding the supply.

Nate built another building without windows, with only two doors on the ground floor and another to the rooftop, designed for the vampire clan. One of the new business deals Bastien signed up for was the River Bed Blood Bank. We compensate humans who donate their blood and distribute blood bags to human hospitals in neighboring packs at a fixed discounted rate. In return, we get to buy the blood near the end of its shelf life at half the price. Some hospitals in other packs are even willing to give them for free just to get rid of the expiring blood bags, but we refused to be freeloaders. If they insist, we will at least pay a quarter of its original cost, but we still pay. We don’t earn fro