River Of Blood Stats Novels & Stories

"Don't just wipe it, girl. Pack it into the track of the wound. Use your fingers. You have to find the source of the arterial bleed and apply direct pressure. Elara, hold his legs up. Keep whatever blood he has left in his torso." I grabbed Dante’s boots, my hands sliding against the leather because they were already slick with his blood. I lifted his legs, propping them against my chest, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I couldn't stop looking at his face. He was so pale. The tan of his skin had faded into a sickly, translucent gray, and his lips were turning a faint, terrifying shade of blue. "I'm pressing! I'm pressing, but it's not stopping!" Sophia cried, her chest heaving as

“Thank you. That means everything to me.” As the silence settles between us, I sense a shift in the air, something electric that crackles with unspoken words. River’s gaze drops to the floor, and I can see the battle within him. He takes a deep breath, and I brace myself for what he’s about to say. “Aloria, I know that you are still struggling with… the hunger. I want to offer you my blood again.” His voice is steady, but I can see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

--- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE THE RIVER TRADE “Peace is a myth. What we call peace is just the moment before someone reloads.” The river was a snake—long, dark, winding, and always hiding something under its slow-moving surface. It had once been a supply drop site for the old families back before the treaties collapsed. Now it was just a dead stretch of water guarded by dying trees and crumbling concrete, far enough from the city to feel forgotten, but close enough that every sound could still echo back into the streets like a warning. They chose midnight because it was neutral. They chose the river because it wasn’t.

He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore. 'Ethan, don't you remember that I can't swim?' The moment my body fell, I thought I saw his face go pale. His eyes seemed to be filled with disbelief. Of course, it was all a lie, but at that moment, I truly believed he loved me. I was terrified of water. When Ethan was ambushed and thrown into a river years ago, it was me who saved him. The price I paid was steep. My limbs had gone numb from the icy water, and when I woke up, the doctor told me I would never have children.

He studied me in silence for several long seconds, the weight of his gaze pressing down like a vice. “You’re nervous,” he said finally, tilting his glass, watching the amber liquid swirl. I clenched my hands in my lap. “Shouldn’t I be?” His lips curved slightly—not a smile, but something close. “You’re honest. I prefer that to false bravado.” My breath hitched. I hadn’t expected that either. “You’ve heard things about me,” he went on, his tone calm, conversational. “That I’m ruthless. That I kill without blinking. That I am—” his eyes flicked up to mine, sharp as a blade “—a monster.”

I said, gesturing to the large roof-to-floor height window, “I built this great empire, I wouldn't mind burning everything and everyone with it to the ground if I'm not providing with the very last bloodline of my murder. I really regret letting someone who shouldn't be here stay. Everyone in the small peaceful family will pay for the deceitful love their foremother showed me. Through the window, they could all see their home burn. Yes, this revenge would thrust like a fresh sweet wine. Cheers to sweet reprisal. “Please master,” One amongst the high howlers who was brave enough spoke, “ Please I beg of you, show mercy on us, we know nothing of how badly our ancestors have treated you,” “That

His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal. He was unable to keep his eyes shut as he observed from cover in the dark corners of the boat. The garbage around him didn't block the pungent odor of Gabriel’s blood. The vision of his older brother, Gabriel's dead body had replaced the scent of fish and rubbish, and it now became the source of his urge to throw up everything inside of his stomach.

"They normally take the water from the blue river to water it." "And now the blue river is a river of blood." Wei sighed. "What do we do?" Thinking deeply, Salvador stated. "When it was surrounded with water, it was watered with water. So when it is surrounded with blood, it should equally be watered by blood. "You think—" Ten guessed. "No." Salvador shot. "You are probably thinking of using the blood from the river." "If not that, then what?"Allyssa asked. "Wait——" Emma frowned. You are not thinking."

Still got the flowers that you sent And the note you wrote that said that we were meant To be forever An' I keep them all as evidence In a drawer under the mirror Filled with empty promises I don't know why I keep letting you lie to me Hard as I try It seems I can't break away I thought that you would be the hero Come and save the day But you're a villain Your sins unforgiven I'm going down, and you have watched me drown In a river of tears, lost beneath the stream Under the waves, I've found the strength to say The river of tears has washed me clean Go ahead and wish me well I'll cry a wishing you well I'll fly before I fail I'll set sail and drift away So I won't need you here Love sinks a

And he will not forget to include the Supremes. "Useless book," said Rollin. He gambled his own safety for the book that didn't contain the knowledge of how to make a Silver Blood. It was his dream to have an army composed of all Silver Bloods but it could not be done. He had a total of fifty Silver Bloods, twenty were captured by the Armata and four by that mercenary. That mercenary had only been serving Rollin for two years but Rollin's Silver Bloods had already killed four. Clearly, that vampire should be killed. And because his men are sloppy, he himself will discover who it is.