The Corrupted Blood Incident Novels & Stories

Two bullets hit the intruder’s chest and he collapsed before Elena could process what had happened. They jumped over the body and entered the hallway. Chaos ruled the space. Blood spattered the walls. Bodies lay across the marble floor. Men ran in every direction. Muzzle flashes lit the darkness. Marco’s grip on her wrist bruised her skin. He pulled her through the corridor while shooting at shapes she couldn’t identify through the smoke.

After a long pause, Dad added coldly, "I don't want to see a single article that damages Cody's reputation being released today. Let them do whatever they want to that monster. Just make sure he remains alive." The thugs burst into laughter when they heard what Dad said. "You heard that right, guys? We can do whatever we want!" When the needle pierced through my lips, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Stitch by stitch, the thread dragged through my flesh, forcing my screams back down my throat. The steel needle moved back and forth across my upper and lower lips. In just a few passes, my mouth was filled with blood. Then they raised a hammer again. Up and down it went until all th

Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears. The front of my shirt had long since lost its original color. It was soaked through with blood. The pool beneath me had spread to Derrick’s shoes, sticky and dark. “Harriet?” Derrick’s voice trembled. He called my name again. “Harriet?” Mom had been celebrating Sheila’s safe return. When she saw Derrick storm toward the storage room, she followed him. The sight before her made her scream. She covered her mouth and staggered back a step. Dad had been comforting the frightened Sheila. After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well.

Allowing it to bruise my pride was another. My attention returned to the faded pages as I considered everything she had shown me. Even so, I wasn’t prepared to accept her conclusion without proof. “Are you absolutely certain?” I asked. She hesitated for the first time. “I…” Her gaze dropped briefly to the books before lifting again. “The surviving records all point to the same conclusion. When I compared the different accounts, the patterns aligned. The blood corruption begins much earlier in your case, and the—” I raised a hand, stopping her before she could continue.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

The corruption was spreading faster than my Lycan healing could counter it. "He's infected," Dante said urgently. "We need to get him to Seraphina NOW." "HOLD ON!" Mira pushed harder, flying faster than should be possible. I tried. Goddess, I tried to hold on. But the corruption was winning. 'Fight it,' Caelum snarled. 'We don't die like this. Not before we meet our daughter.' 'Trying,' I sent back weakly. The world went dark. ****** AVELINE'S POV I felt it the moment something went wrong.

“I don’t think I’m ready for what I might find.” And that’s the absolute truth. I still remember the words I heard that day, five years ago. ‘White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.’ I’m terrified of what it might mean for me…and for Kael. Quentin’s head bobs. “I understand. But what if this happens again, and you’re not there to salvage it immediately?” We both stare at Kael’s hair while he munches happily on his cookies.

The battlefield stank of blood and salt. The last rogue wolf collapsed at Damien’s feet, its body shifting back into a twisted, lifeless form. Felix wiped crimson from his mouth with the back of his hand, his sharp eyes scanning the carnage. Naomi clung to her mate, trembling but alive, her siren’s glow dimming as his protective aura steadied her. The pack stood in stunned silence, the weight of what they had just faced sinking in. The unnatural creatures,

But then they never got to me… With their growls and attempt, I trembled backwards but then in that split second, a new figure promptly emerged and broke off the arm of the Corrupter closest to me. With that, I crashed to the ground as I struggled with consciousness due to my intense blood loss. I was getting dizzy— fast, but then I was conscious enough to drive my gaze back to the scene to realize that all the Corrupters were already dead— all three of them. This was shocking… but not more than realizing that Ava Varyn was the intervening figure…

The thing kept fighting, kept moving, like pain didn't register anymore. "Royal blood!" Killian's voice, rough and pained from across the room. "Use your royal blood! It's the only thing that'll work!" Right. Royal blood countered shadow corruption. I shifted back to human, ignoring the way my side screamed in protest, and bit down hard on my wrist. Blood welled up immediately. The creature's purple eyes locked onto it like a predator spotting prey. Good. Let it look. I stepped closer, blood dripping onto the stone floor. "Come here, you twisted science experiment. Come get it."