Saya From Blood Plus Mga Nobela at Kwento

The male doctor asked. "I'm his mother." Mrs. Sarah said. "What's wrong with my son, doctor?" She asked worriedly. "The patient has dengue fever." The doctor answered. "Dengue?" Mrs. Sarah was stunned. "Yes, his platelet count is quite low, so we need to give him a blood transfusion or his life will be in danger." Mrs. Sarah’s and Jessica's faces were pale. The two of them looked at each other with worried expressions. "But, his blood type is rare, it's AB+. Our blood bank doesn't have this blood type available. Does anyone in your family have the same blood type as him?" The doctor asked Mrs. Sarah.

"I need to feed to boost my magic. Give me your blood." Jay growls, but a chair shoves backward, scraping on the floor. "Fine, for Bethany. Only for her." I listen to the sounds of them leaving the room, presumably to get to it. I find the fact that the proud Salazar is donating blood in such a fucked-up way kind of…scavengery sweet. But that thought disperses as the familiar sensation of my body packing up tugs at whatever is remaining of my soul. My body goes cold as I slip away, now oblivious of everything happening in the mortal world.

“Cheers!” “Cheers!” “All right then, I’ll just have a toast with you, cheers!” I briskly tilled the glass with blood inside. And I swallowed it right away. And savoring the taste of blood. The blood is delicious and without stains. It looks like it was mixed carefully. What blood can it be? And from where? “Hmm, Dralia,” I weakly call Dralia. “What?” She answered shortly. “This blood, where did it come from?” I curiously asked.

He stepped between us, his presence immediate, suffocating. “Move away from her,” he told Sofia. “If you have something to say, say it to me.” Sofia’s gaze moved from me to him, then looked away. Her silence screamed louder than words. A doctor approached us, clipboard in hand. Miss Mira Moretti needs blood. AB-negative. Immediately, we did not have one in the bank. Sofia’s head snapped up. She smiled. I knew she was up to something. “That’s my blood type,” she said lightly. Then she turned to Salvatore. “But before I do anything… I want something in return.”

Tears now dripping on her cheeks and she wiped it away. "Let me tell you something" she continued. "Mira is an elemental Badblood. Elemental Badbloods are those who can harness and manipulate the forces of nature. Make use of the fire, the earth below, the water, those who can summon the wind, those who can manipulate the plants and those who can command the animals. But fire, wind , and water elementals are rare. There are also Badblood who can transform into animals, some have super strength, some can fly, some have the power of sight and knowledge, and many more. But the powerful of all Badbloods are the Inkur. Those who were given the power of life and death, those who draw power from th

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

Before Maeve could reply, the man barked, "Shut up! It's definitely you! You can't run now!" He raised a knife to kill me, but Charles stepped forward and hugged him from behind. "Freddie, stop! I think something's off. This girl just got off a plane, and I drove her here. I saw her ticket—she wasn't in Pentaston these past few days. I don't think she's the one."

The label read: GENESIS BLOOD – SUBJECT X On the monitor, data streamed in rapid lines: Regeneration rate: 900%. Dark-blood fusion ratio: 100%. Status: Deep stasis. Lucien’s eyes locked on the being inside the tank pale as snow, a sigil of twin blood wings carved into its chest. “They’ve replicated the Origin energy…” he murmured. “And they used your blood, Evelyn.” Evelyn spun toward him. “What?” Lucien pointed to the file on the screen. Stem Cell Source: Cross, Evelyn Hybrid Bloodline.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.