Strike The Blood Volume 1 Novels & Stories

It was the very moment I came and he pulled out before he came too. My chest heaves up and down as Ocean got of me and walked away. I watched him as he walks till I realized he wants to get the blood. I almost forgot about that. He got back on the bed and gave it to me. My heartbeat begin to increase. I opened it and down the blood into my system. "Easy!" He warns but he knows I wasn't gonna answer that. After I was done, I tossed the bag away. I sigh before grabbing a bottle of water from the nightstand, I down it in a go.

Blood spurted from the fresh wound, staining the pristine fur and mingling with the air in a crimson haze. A surge of agony coursed through Sangre's veins, setting his nerves ablaze. The pain, both searing and numbing, threatened to overwhelm his senses. In that moment, he was acutely aware of his mortality, the fragility of his existence laid bare by the ferocious strike. Every breath he took seemed weighted, as if the very act of living had become a Herculean task.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

“She is going into hypovolemic shock.” Susan felt her stomach drop. Carla was losing blood, too fast. A nurse changed the absorbent sheets; the new one turned red in seconds, soaked. “Blood typing.” Igor ordered, his voice sharp. “Prepare transfusion. Now. We can’t wait.”

Milo perched beneath it, licking the sticky fingertips eagerly. The dog sat in a puddle of blood— the amount of which told me that I didn’t have to call an ambulance for my wife. My business required that I knew how much blood a human body could lose before I needed to take countermeasures to prevent a premature death— before all the necessary information was extracted from the person. Serena was gone.

Scarlet droplets splattered on the grayish ground and the dew-covered grass, a shocking sight. This was not ordinary blood, but Heart's Vital Blood infused with the primordial source of the heavens and the cultivation of myriad ages. Each drop that fell caused the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble slightly. Carl's body swayed, his robe fluttering in the morning wind. The hand hanging at his side clenched tightly, knuckles turning white from the force, veins bulging. He tried to stand firm, to maintain his composure, but the agony of his soul essence shattering surged over him like waves, swallowing all his resolve and calm.

I looked at her legs, the blood was slowly gushing out increasing the pain that she had tried to conceal. “How do I help?” I asked mama taking the stance of a man. “Ikem, get water” she replied almost immediately. Ikem took the bucket and set off swiftly then she turned towards me “you will have to control the bleeding” I nodded my head, taking recognition of the task placed on me. “Find an onugbu leaf, cut as much as possible and find a cloth or wrapper.” I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama.

“Okay so tell me about the reports.” Remus nodded after taking a sip of his coffee and setting it down. He showed her the documents. He started to explain the process to her. “A human can safely donate 350mililiters of blood to the hospital every three months, so the facility only harvests 350mililiters, about 12 ounces of blood from each of the 200 humans that is collected. A single living vampire only requires 5 ounces of blood to sate their thirst whereas an undead vampire needs 8 ounces of blood everyday to sate their thirst. A living vampire, however, does not need to drink blood every day. Some could go without blood for a whole month before needing to drink blood.” Vastria nodded as s

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Samantha agreed with me. "Well, for drinks I'll have a specific combination." I spoke seriously. "In a 300 ml glass, I'll have 50 ml of A- blood with 30% endorphin, 50 ml of AB+ blood with 10% cortisol and 22% adrenaline, 100 ml of O blood, Bombay type, pure. Add another 23 ml of B- blood with 14% thyroid hormone T4, all these human. Then I want 27 ml of D+- blood with touch of adrenaline, dragon blood and to finish 50 ml of neutral V blood." I could sense Dylan's surprise hearing my request, but Samantha was quite relaxed.