Squib Blood Pack Novels & Stories

Silence enveloped us, as if the room held its breath, waiting for her response. "And that's not all," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "My blood, it's not red anymore. It's...white." I extended my hand, my palm trembling slightly, displaying the cut that marred my skin. Beads of pale white blood welled up from the wound, a stark contrast to the crimson that should have stained my flesh. The pack witch's expression grew solemn, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She reached out and gently took hold of my hand, examining the pale blood that pooled there.

Each moment that passed without the antidote endangered the lives of her pack members, her family. “I’ll find the bloodsucker that can create the antidote from your blood sample to save your pack, and in the meantime, you’ll have the ability to disappear, to remain safe under my protection, and whatever else you wish. It’s a generous offer.” The Rebel leaned in toward her. He was so close she saw flecks of smith in the deep blue of his irises, like ice floating in a freezing ocean. The warmth of his breath brushed her ear, sending a delicious chill down her spine. “There’re things I can give you that others can’t,” he whispered.

he says with a breathless smile, and he continues on his run. I lick my lips, scowling after him, my tongue catching on my pointed incisors. I make a mental note to shave them down a bit when I have the chance. “Bastard.” It’s well past 4:00 in the morning when I finally get back to my apartment and shed my thermals for the second time. I linger by the fridge for several minutes before pulling out one of the samples and reading the contents. Animal blood. Reindeer. Clean. A healthy animal. No diseases or injuries to speak of, which means no antibiotics to worry about. The lab uses these samples for experiments, and Aurorium keeps us stocked.

"This is a 'Blood Oath of Rejection' tablet. I had it ready, just waiting for you to show your true colors. Now, use your blood, finish this ritual, and get out of the Howling Moon Pack! I don't have any more time to waste on you!" So, he'd been ready all along. He probably wanted to kick me out the first time I knelt and begged him for the Silverleaf Herb. I carefully placed the tattered animal skin pouch holding my mother's things on the room's only wooden shelf. Her old wooden comb, the one she used to groom her fur, was already there. Then, step by step, I calmly walked over to Ryker. I picked up the stone tablet from the floor, bit my fingertip, and let my red blood drip onto the spot w

And yet, somehow, I was given the hardest task of all. Picking up the tray, which was heavier than all the rest since it was full of pitcher of heavy blood, I made for the door. The Pack clinic always kept a well-stocked blood bank, both in case a wolf needed a transfusion and for whenever important Vampires come calling. Since Werewolves heal so quickly, it doesn't take much to restock it with donations. I helped Rosie a few times doing blood drives during the long years of the war.

“Um… What was in those blood bags you and your father gave me?” “Blood! From what I know they had blood in them, father had about half a dozen blood bags bought in when he got the tip you were being held in one of the three abandoned pack houses between Blue Moon pack territory and the Grayblood clan in vampire territory. Why was there something wrong with them?” “Did any look to be tampered with? Did you know what he wanted to do with me?” “No, they didn’t look like they had been tampered with. No, I didn’t know what he had planned. I just knew he wanted to use you to get the King to revoke the peace between vampires and werewolves...”

“NightHunters…And their alpha.” Vanquish sucked air in through their teeth. “The biggest pack in the country.” “I know.” I said solemnly. “What did your pack do to wrong them?” “Nothing.” I said bitterly. “He was just collecting packs in the smaller villages when he wanted to grow numbers.” “So he killed the alpha?” “Yes…” I croaked. My throat tightening. “And then demanded to marry the alpha’s daughter to make the pack comply.” Vanquish gave me a long study. “Were you the alpha princess?”

I also think that it will be nice to talk to another second born Alpha. As I look at the ledgers I have, I don’t see his name, but I look up Quitara, because I couldn’t remember the pack she was from. Her father sold her to pay off debts to the alpha. I still don’t understand what kind of debts he could have accrued as a pack member. As I am looking through the ledger, Sable walks in and she is smiling. “What has my little mama in a good mood?” I asked. “Your pups have become more active today. I think they want in on the actions of our mission, big papa.”

Then back at me. “Where did you read that?” “Pack Libraries have a lot of work, I don't focus more on human patients like the school advices but I do on pack medicine ,” She narrowed her eyes. “Name the derivative.” “Silver-thorn extract. Stabilizes without harming the patient.” She didn’t smile. But she didn’t call me wrong either. “Correct,” she said finally. “Sit down. And stop hiding in the back next time, smart students need to be at the front.”

I did try to scream out but nothing came out, just the painful feeling of a sore throat. Then my sense of smell came alive as a strong essence drifted past my nostrils. It has a resemblance to the old out of the east. Neat but heavy, mostly used for mind clearance and healing, popular amongst the Royal house, such as the Oakstone Pack, Brimmoon Pack, and Crescent Moon Pack. My Pack. My taste came alive, feeling the grit of dust on my tongue and teeth. I felt like coughing it all out, jumping up, and drinking some water but my body was heavily restricted.