Taj Divided By Blood の小説・ストーリー

“I don’t need reminding.” She stared at me as if searching for a punchline, as if this could somehow be a sick joke. But when she saw no humor in my face, only the exhaustion, her shoulders slumped. “How could your father do this to you? How could he just—sell you off just like that?” My throat burned, and I bit my lip to keep tears from slipping free. “Because that’s how it works in our world. What I want has never mattered. I’m a pawn, Gia. Nothing more.”

The blade caught the pale light, gleaming silver and deadly. Paige gasped, jerking back slightly. “Raymond…” “Trust me,” I said, my voice low but steady. I turned the blade toward myself and, without flinching, sliced across my palm. Blood welled instantly, dark and rich. The metallic scent filled the clearing, mingling with the lingering smoke. She stared at me, wide-eyed. “What are you doing?” I extended my bleeding hand toward her. “Giving you proof.” When she didn’t move, I took her wrist gently and lifted her hand. “Your blood carries power,” I murmured. “Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.”

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.

—the house I had built to be my sanctuary—seemed to groan under the pressure of a legacy that refused to stay buried. Julian stood over us, the half-brother I had just met, the man who carried my blood and my curse. He looked at the chaos, then at Toby, and then at me. “The vault can wait,” Julian said, his voice surprisingly calm, surprisingly steady. “We need to get her to the hospital. Now.”

Into his trust. “Do we have an understanding, Lia?” he asked, emphasizing the false name. “Yes,” she forced out, the word tasting like surrender. “Start tomorrow. Be here at eight.” He turned his back, a dismissal. As she reached the door, his voice stopped her again. “And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.”

“...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…”.

Tessa said hopping in the car. She sat in the passenger seat and put on the seat belt, " Pureblood? " She asked with confusion. Blood was blood, " Do they have an extra filter in their body? " She mocked and laughed at her own joke. Tessa laughed, * I wish I could say so. They don't marry humans. " Tessa creased her eyebrows. She tightened her hands on the steering wheel and turned the car toward the boarding.

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.

All of which were noticed by Nexus. Jaxon, who did not give a damn about other’s people, did not even glance at them. His eyes still pinned on either OR 1 or OR 2. Yet he still continued, “That is a very rare blood you know. Apparently, only 1 out of tens of thousands got this kind of blood type. The rare Bombay Blood.”