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I slowly swiped my hand between my thighs and scooped up some of the liquid on my fingers, and then I lifted it to my face. I gasped in terror as I saw the bright red colour. Blood!

Just enough to relive the pain within. The blood welled up slowly, beading along the line in tiny drops that caught the light. It was a strange color up close—darker than you'd expect, almost brown at the edges. I watched it form, one drop at a time, and I breathed. In. Out. In. Out.

Hi readers This is my book blue blood and be sure to know what I write and what you'll all be reading is all in my imagination,it's all a fictionalized. All scenes,sword fighting skills,Powers and all are all work of my imagination if this reminds you of a scene before or a true life story it's all a coincidence. Thanks... ____________________________ In a small hut a woman groan in pain, rubbing her big tummy, she stretch her legs apart, moaning, tears and sweat mixed together on her face, her hairs pull apart but still her beautiful moonlight face shone.

My eyes fall upon Carter, who is now the center of attention. His face is contorted in agony, and there’s a palpable sense of urgency in the air. As he staggers, I notice an alarming change – his jeans are rapidly turning a deep, unsettling shade of red. The color spreads ominously, a clear and undeniable sign of an injury. The bright red against the denim is stark and striking, signaling the severity of the situation. In what feels like slow motion, Carter's knees buckle, and he collapses onto the ground. Reacting immediately, I sprint over to Carter, my heart pounding with both worry and adrenaline. Kneeling beside him, I zero in on his leg, where the blood is visibly seeping through the f

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.

But the blood that dripped from his wound was not the dark red I expected. It was crimson. Deep, vivid, glowing crimson. And even as I watched, my own blood rose to the surface of my skin, answering the call of his, burning with the same impossible light.

The mirror shows I’m a bеdrаgglеd, tіrеd-lооkіng wіld man соvеrеd іn blood. Mу face іѕn’t ѕwоllеn as bаd as I thought. Stіll, hе got іn some роwеrful body shots. Mу rіbѕ асhе. I pull uр thе side of mу shirt tо сhесk аnd ѕее my side іѕ аlrеаdу swelling and red.

At a glance, he appeared like a mad wild beast. The killing intent instantly turned into a terrifying airwave, and it rolled toward the surroundings. At that time, Brayden's figure trembled abruptly. Then, just when everyone thought he was exhausted due to losing too much blood, they saw Brayden's chest puffed up. The bulging was only about the size of a fist. After it appeared, it followed along Brayden's shoulders and moved toward his right arm. Then, it went down, passing by the elbow, reaching the wrist, and finally stopped at Brayden's palm.

"After all, your family no longer holds any value." Charles' expression soured. He grabbed a baseball bat from the corner and struck Chase down in one blow. Collapsing to the ground with bloodshot eyes, Chase didn't resist at all. Then, Charles began mercilessly beating him up right in front of me. "How dare a worthless fool like you offend Ms. Gambino!" As he hit Chase, he kept glancing at me. But when he saw how indifferent I appeared, he grew flustered. I knew he must have thought I'd be heartbroken. Why would I care about a man like that?

He begins to tremble, sweat sliding down his temples. "Dude, what are you doing?" He asks, his voice trembling. My vision turns a bright red but I begin to see things more clearly, like the veins under the skin of his neck. The blood in his veins seems to be calling out for me. So, I pin him to the wall, not sensing or seeing anything but my thirst for blood.