Strike The Blood Volume 1 Novels & Stories

He asked in a deep voice, “How much blood did Addy lose back then?” Kendry thought for a while before he answered, “About 3000ml. Her blood type was incredibly rare. We collected enough blood only after we found ten people with the same blood type. That was how she survived.” Duke contemplated for a while. The human body had between 3000ml to 4000ml of blood. If she had lost about 3000ml of blood, she would have certainly needed to replenish it many times. In other words, all of Addy’s blood had been replaced.

"Fix her! I don't care what it takes! Don't let her go out like this!" "I can't 'fix' a lack of volume, Nomo! She’s a hybrid—her system requires a specific resonance to function! If I give her a standard saline or a human transfusion, her Triple-Blood cells will treat it like an invading pathogen and explode!" Zilo was crying now, the tears leaving clean tracks through the soot on his cheeks. "She needs sapphire-grade blood, and she’s the only source in the district! We’re watching her run dry because she’s the only one of her kind!"

My hands were glued to her stomach, a protective measure, a gesture to keep the blood in her tiny body. Dr. Williams nodded and pulled a needle out of her bag, quickly starting an IV on Beatrice’s arm and attaching a bag of blood, the kind that’s compatible with every type. “I need to see the damage,” she replied, looking me straight in the eye. “The extra blood will help stabilize her blood pressure and her heart rate. You can let go now.” Her voice was gentle but firm as she grasped my wrist with her fingers and gently pulled up, encouraging me to let go.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

horror striking Adir push her away with his fist, she groan but maintain her hold on him,She slip into his skin eating it sloppily,a small dagger kept by the door side for protection flash,he bend down dragging her with him to pick the dagger and slash her throat cutting her head off,her body fall limply on the ground,the hands inside his body dropping from it's reach,Adir sit down beside the door breathing abnormally. Something he leant about the night creatures was that anything could penetrate their skin and ordinary plastic item could tear through their skin but it can't kill them,they take hours to heal when you strike them,no matter where you throw the bodies and the organs,it located

Even if he was skilled in medicine, he didn't have medicine at hand. If you can only do your best and do that step, you will see heaven. At this time, Allen Peterson stabbed several big acupoints of Chu Yao with a silver needle and tried to inhibit the flow rate of blood in her body without hurting her body. If someone can observe Chu Yao'ts body now, it will be found that everything in Chu Yao's body will become very slow. It can be said that the road that normal blood can walk in an hour now takes three or even five hours.

My heart is hammering fast, trying to keep me alive, but there’s too much blood loss. “Hypovolemic shock,” I whisper, the words catching on a dry laugh. “Perfect. Just perfect.” As a med student, I’ve studied this exact thing a hundred times. When blood loss drops circulation, when your body starts shutting down to preserve the brain and heart. Confusion, rapid heartbeat, clammy skin, weakness. And death if I don’t stop it.

“ We've pumped two liters of fluid at the moment. She’s on her fifth unit of blood. She’s bleeding out seriously. Systolic pressure dropping.” “She needs volume.” “Squeeze in another bag of fluid.” “She’s seizing.” “She’s seizing. Can you see that?” One of the machines had gone into a prolonged cry. Why wouldn’t they just turn it off? I hated the sound that it made. Garlic breaths ripped open the top of my gown and slapped two pads into my chest. The pain almost blew the top of my skull off. If he tried that again I’d make sure I break his leg. “Clear!”

"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?