The Corrupted Blood Incident Novels & Stories

He opened his mouth and vomited a torrent of black blood mixed with chunks of his own organs. His legendary physical defense was useless against an attack from within. His two-and-a-half-meter frame crumpled like a tower with its foundation cut out. THUD. He hit the bloodstone stage hard, sending up a cloud of dust. His body twitched twice, then went still. His wolf core, corrupted by dark energy, had been reduced to powder. Eira pulled her hand back. She didn’t glance at Barton’s body. She pulled a tattered cloth from her pocket and wiped her fingertip, as if brushing away dust.

I pressed my hand over my chest as I hurried down the corridor, hoping it would disappear if I stopped thinking about it. But they didn’t. My stomach tightened as questions raced through my mind. What did this mean? I had always heard that rejected mates could die if they stayed too far apart from each other before the third full moon after the Blood Moon Ceremony. But I had never heard of a rejection mark changing color. I needed answers. I needed to see the healers.

"Director." Commander Aldren followed. "Sir." The old man's sharp eyes studied both of them. "I've received your report." His voice was calm, almost gentle. Yet it carried an authority that neither man questioned. "So..."It has finally begun." Neither Elias nor Aldren answered. "The Crimson Blood has awakened." The words settled heavily between them. For a moment, only the faint buzz of the communication console could be heard. The Director folded his hands. "Tell me everything." Dr. Elias explained the abnormal blood results. The repeated tests. The changing reactions. Sera's blackouts. Her disappearance. He omitted nothing.

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

and I stayed silent and waited for him to fall flat on his face , then waited to see if there was another guard who would come out and see if something was wrong and just like that another guard came out and tried to help him but then dropped dead immediately he touched the fallen guard. Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an exti

They forced it to retreat, but not before it laughed. Its voice rang through the clearing again. “You cannot stop what’s coming. The Blood Moon will rise… and all of you will drown.” Then it disappeared into the ground like smoke, vanishing into the cracks. The battle was over. But my hands were still soaked in Quinton’s blood. Theo knelt beside me. “We need to get him back. I have a healer—one that specializes in corrupted wounds. But we have to move now.” I nodded numbly. “Go.”

I see the way the energy isn’t flowing evenly anymore. And I see the center. That concentrated signature. Not Arachne’s magic. Not stable. It spikes again. Wild. Then it slams down. I feel something close to excitement curl in my stomach. Not joy. Not happiness. Something sharper. “She doesn’t have control over it,” I murmur. “Over the child?” Carter asks. “Over what the child is becoming.” Abomination. The signature flickers like a bad lightbulb. Erratic. Emotional. I imagine the girl inside that house. Helena’s daughter. Unaware. Untrained. A loaded weapon with no safety on.

A flood of horrifying possibilities raced through my mind. The shifter leaned forward, getting as close as the bar allowed. “Your bloodline should’ve been erased completely. Every last one of them was meant to be dead. Looks like some of that corrupted blood slipped through.” I backed into the liquor shelf behind me. A tequila bottle and a pint of whiskey toppled off, smashing on the floor. The sharp stench of alcohol burned my nose. What was he even talking about? “I don’t understand,” I said, my voice low and barely audible.

Blood oozes freely from the wound in his skull, pooling on the ground beneath him in a dark, spreading stain. Then I hear Lucian’s voice whisper close to my ear, triumphant and cold. “Corvin was a Nightbane. And we intend to do this to all the others who dare to stand against the attack that is to come in a few days. Every traitor, every weak link—eliminated.” Then he releases his hands from me abruptly. I fall forward onto my hands and knees, the impact jarring through my bones. The blood from Corvin flows across the dirt and corrupts my hands where they press into the ground, warm and sticky, seeping between my fingers like an accusation.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.