Omni-man Blood Novels & Stories

“Then give it to him. Why are you standing here talking to me? Don't you buy blood for these situations? We even have a reserve, if I remember correctly. Use the supply!” “We tried,” Vance says, his voice dropping an octave. “But Odin’s blood is… extraordinary. He has a rare sub-type—a Rh-null variant. It’s what we call ‘Golden Blood.’ The universal O-Negative supply would cause a fatal hemolytic reaction. He can only receive blood from someone with the exact same rare markers.” I freeze, the room suddenly feeling five degrees colder. “We attempted to pull from the Thorne Family Reserve—the units stored for your sons and your late husband. But the cross-match was a disaster. Not only did the

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Gemma didn't pay attention to the rest. When she heard about the blood type, a fanatical gleam lit up her eyes. The blood type of the man in the video matched Neve's—it was a rare type, just like hers. Plus, given his severe injuries, the man was clearly beyond saving.

Ojaswi nodded and holding his hand tight, desperately waited for the doner. “Ojaswi…” suddenly Maria appeared at the scene. Ojaswi hastily took her hand away, standing on her feet, “Maria, what are you doing here?” “Mr. Mendas, she is the one who has AB negative blood,” Principal appeared from behind Maria and announced. “You… I have seen you somewhere…” said Shishir pointing towards Marai. Marai smiled and said, “I am glad you remembered.” “Has the donor arrived,” suddenly a nurse appeared and questioned,

I asked, my voice unsteady. The doctor let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, he’s lost a lot of blood.” My eyes widened as I clenched my fist. “Is he okay?” I muttered. “He’s stable for now, but I can’t predict what will happen later. He needs blood,” the doctor continued. I wiped my tears. “What type of blood?” I asked. “We need O-negative. It’s not in our blood bank and this blood is very rare,” he responded. “I’m O-negative,” I replied. “Give him my blood.”

I said without thinking too deeply, "Save my wife. If you can save the baby too, that's fine. But my wife comes first." There was no hesitation. No point in bargaining with fate. If the gods wanted a price, they could take anything. but not her. Not my Amelia. "Okay. But she's bleeding so much right now, and she's going to need a blood transfusion." "Then use my blood." I said helplessly. It didn't even have to be up for long discussion. If my blood could save her, then they could take all of it if they had to. The healer nodded quickly, "We can use your blood, Alpha. But you should know that she's an omega. Which means two different outcomes are to be expected if she's to be given an Alpha'

They are born to be slaves. "Well, we will remember that when we put your daughter to work," Kari said, his eyes snapping over to her. "What have you done to my little girl?" "She's not your little girl is she? Or is her Omega status taken from your mate?" "You are talking shit." "Nope I am definitely not, your daughter is of Omega blood she has no Beta blood in her at all." The man's face fell.

I turn to see he has shifted to allow him to communicate. “Her blood type is A. She’s human. Why?” Bobby asks cautiously. “Because if there is a compatible blood type, I can try to do a field transfusion,” a man answers. He walks towards us, trying to shake a rope from his leg. “I’m type B,” Bobby says. “I’m RhD negative; Eve is type O,” Max says. “Eve, it will have to be you if you are willing,” the man says. “I am,” I tell him as I continue to apply pressure to Sarah’s neck.

Red filled the tube attached to the needle in a few minutes or maybe hours, I couldn't tell which was which, as I saw myself drifting in and out of consciousness. Then, another tube filled up, followed by another. My head started spinning. How much blood could a person lose before... "Careful," one masked man said suddenly. "We need him alive." "The Queen wants more," another replied. "His blood is special." "The Moonfire Gene," the first one said. "Who would have thought it would be in an omega?" Moonfire Gene? What were they talking about? "Such power," the second man continued, watching my blood fill another bag. "Infinite power, if the stories are true."

"How is he doing? Will he be alright?" The doctor looked serious and let out a sigh. He said, "Your son's arm is broken, and he has a small head injury. We've made sure he's okay for now, but he needs a blood transfusion right away. "His blood type is O-negative, which is not common. " "Can I donate my blood to him?" I quickly responded. "I will donate my blood to him." The doctor agreed with a nod. "We will do a fast test to make sure."