Omni-man Blood Novels & Stories

It was an absolute, undeniable reality that the anonymous savior who had drained their own veins to fill the clinic’s reserve was Helena. The fragile omega had surrendered nearly an entire pint of live, matching blood to preserve Robert's chest. A fully mature, dominant pack adult could tolerate an extraction of at most half a pint before their internal parameters collapsed. Helena was completely barred from ever approaching a medical needle to begin with, yet her system had just surrendered a volume that exceeded the standard threshold of a hardened warrior!

The doctor's words made Lisanna's heart freeze, she felt a sharp pain creeping through her body and strangling her heart. God is teasing Lisanna, right? Adonis' health was unstable, but Adonis had a rare blood type. The percentage of people with this blood type is not much, so Lisanna will have a lot of difficulty finding reserve blood for Adonis. Lisanna couldn't breathe, she felt like someone was choking Lisanna's throat. Alex saw that Lisanna's health was not good, and he quickly told the doctor.

I asked, following after him. He shook his head. "It's hard to work while Dominic is in there. She is in a critical condition, and her blood is quite rare. I'm afraid we would have to get some blood from the blood bank in the city," he responded. "What!" Dominic's voice bellowed, causing the old man to jump in fright. "She needs blood," he responded. Dominic's gaze was deadly, as if he wanted to rip Dani's head off his body. "Then get some blood for her. What's stopping you?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side.

I didn’t know exactly what I expected from coming here, but I never thought I would find out about my family. Craig leaned forward, “You need to take this slow. We only came here to find out about the mark, but you have given us more than the information we asked for.” He tapped his finger on the table. “You also opened your mask to us. It feels like too much. I don’t even know if I should trust you.” He smiled, “I understand you. I don’t know who you are apart from the code you’ve given me, but I am ready to tell you all about me. My name is Oman. I used to be a member of the Silver Blood Pack.”

"How's he doing, doctor? Is he fine? Will he be alright?" "Calm down ma'am. He'll be alright. For now, he's stable," the doctor said. "The only thing is that we need to do a blood transfusion and we don't have his blood type in our blood bank here in Bana. It's a small city, you know." "I can donate mine," she interrupted him before he could say another word." "We've run a test for your son and his blood group is one which is not very common. O-. I've seen very few people with that blood group."

Mace asked. "First we get him home," "And then?" "If he had an Omega, they would share their blood with him, it will also help him heal faster but since he doesn't have an Omega... yet... we must find an Omega to give their blood," Dom replied. "Are you crazy!" Reece questioned. "At this rate, he will suck an Omega to death because I am certain he will not stop until they are dead!"

Even though I can take down the enemy on my own with the help of my people, this man and his pack need me. I know and that’s why I tried to reach out to him but his lukewarm response made it hard to take him seriously. “I have to agree with you on that. You have been a fool for letting that bastard do more than a beta is supposed to. You practically made it easy for him to overdream.” I told him and he nodded. “He is a beta with omega blood. I am not one to use hierarchy among shifters but in this case, I think it needs to be pointed out.”

“What does that mean? Isn’t there any way to get him the blood he needs?” The doctor sighed. “Rh-null is exceedingly rare. Only a few dozen people worldwide are known to have this blood type. We’ve reached out to international blood banks, but the fastest option would be a direct family donor.” Grand Miller’s face darkened, and his hand fell from Emma’s shoulder. “A direct family donor?” The doctor nodded. “Yes. Would you or another relative be willing to undergo compatibility testing?” The room fell silent, the quietness feeling thick and heavy. Grand Miller's usual calm face showed signs of struggle. Grand Miller took a deep breath, then whispered, "I can't."

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.

What had she done? Belinda's arm remained suspended in the air, as though it was too afraid to come down. The skin of her palm stung, undeniable proof that she had indeed hit the Lycan. She reeled from the thought. She, a low-ranking omega, had hit a man feared by alphas.