Taj Divided By Blood Novels & Stories

Ye-", my eyes change color and the last thing I see before he takes over is Sasha's blood splashing on me, her lifeless body in Tareem's arm, her neck cut and blood gushing out. Tasha pushes through a shield begging to get out, begging her husband not to use Sasha, Tasha begs her husband to use her blood instead but it falls on deaf ear. I race to Tareem and a hand hit me back and my back hit the weak wall and I run off before the ceiling falls on me. I run to Tareem and Taet who seem to be doing a ritual- a very dangerous one at that. Wind and fire and Sasha blood circling round Taet and Tareem.

She asked. “Where is this going?” Tyler asked with knotted brows. “I read once in a book that if a half breed is injured and drinks the blood of pure breed, it'll fasten the healing process.” “Read in a book? You mean the human world? Have you been there Rebecca?” Tyler asked curiously and Rebecca swallowed hard.

She was throwing her whole weight into it. "You did another blood sample on Taylor today. What changed?" I asked. And Jade finally snapped out of her gaze and she pulled everything out of her bag and handed it to me. "What? All of her levels have tripled in a day." I was shocked. "I know. And the warriors haven't changed too much at all. Hers is progressing a hell of a lot more than there's is. I don't know why. We can't explain it." She says. "Alright. So, what do we do?" I asked.

I ordered. I scrambled up, grabbing a silk necktie Purity had left on her dresser, and tied it tightly around her upper forearm, fashioning a makeshift tourniquet to cut off the blood flow. But it yielded very little result. The dark red blood was pumping right through the thick fabric of the towel, soaking my hands and splashing all over the front of my crisp white shirt and black pants. She was losing way too much blood, and her wolf wasn't healing her fast enough because her spirit was too broken.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

Scratching the side of my jaw, I slowly nod my head, unsure if I’m making the right decision, and ask, “Can we wait a few days, so my wife will get the chance to be at his side if he passes?” “We can do that.” “Will you require more blood from me for Nate?” My blood type is O, and it’s a very rare one, just like Nate's, who is type AB. My blood cells are very universal, giving me the benefit of being able to donate to anyone. I suppose you can say it’s a rare superpower I possess. As for Nate, he can not receive blood from just anyone. Riddled with guilt and the images of Mia using her body as a human shield to protect my abi, I offered to donate my blood to Nate without hesitation—twice.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

“...Why?….is there something wrong with my body?..” “[You got tons of internal injuries from all the Magic Spell casted onto you…also you got quite a high level bleeding spells casted on you by 3 of the Tier 6 Demons…Though it’s unlike of the spells that needed to be treated With magic spells…this time it can be treated simply by having all of your wound stitch up real good..meaning the Modern world operations can surely saved you..]”. (T.A.S) “...That is great to hear…but, T.A.S…I am losing to much blood now…call for help now…”.

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

Tay shouted, his voice strained with effort. I scrambled to my feet, summoning my fire. The flames flickered to life in my palms, their familiar warmth a comfort amidst the chaos. "We have to take him down for good this time." Tay nodded, his eyes steely with determination. "Together." We charged at Jalen, our powers combining in a blaze of fiery fury. My energy was fueled by Tay's strength through our bond, even without him being a hybrid; his strength and agility helped move me out of Jalen's destructive path.