The Only Blood Novels & Stories

On the other end of the line, George trembled and quickly asked, “Young Master, people with golden blood, Rh-null blood type? Why are you suddenly looking for them?” George could not figure it out. He knew that this was an ultra-rare blood type! Less than 100 people in the entire world were found to have this! Moreover, there were less than ten in the country! Philip said gravely, “Wynn just gave birth and has lost a lot of blood. This is her blood type and she needs it urgently.”

The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers. Body scent mixed with sweat makes a night of sex like a fierce and thrilling wild hunt. Like he transformed into a hungry wolf enjoying his prey, in space continuously emitted soft moans that provoked the primitive instincts in the male body. Holding hands, both bodies synchronize to a rhythm. Waking up in the morning, bed sheets scattered, two bodies entwined. Rian felt extremely numb, she tried to move a little, everywhere was aching, she discovered that her limbs were limited, unable to move.

There was only one creature who could suck and drain blood directly from its victim. "That was a vampire."

No, he needed her to truly understand everything that transpired couldn't be undone. “Did you know that we are now the only two of our kind?” The question caught her off guard. His blood and hers was coursing through both of their veins. She swallowed at the implication of his words. “Nobody will ever have the same type of blood as us. I don’t think you truly understand. Nobody has ever drank my blood -- only you. If you ever doubt how I feel about you, remember that you are the only one that has my blood flowing through your very veins. Remember that.”

Because nothing born in blood ever leaves you clean. ****

“Stay here,” he said. “Not a chance.” He didn’t argue. There wasn’t time. The front doors stood ajar, light spilling out onto the steps in a way that made my stomach drop. My father never left doors open. Not once, not in twenty-six years. We found Marco first — my father’s head of security, slumped against the wall of the foyer, blood soaking through his shirt from a wound in his shoulder. Alive, but barely, his breath coming in shallow, wet gasps.

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

Natasha gritted her teeth in anger. Beatrice adjusted her sitting posture, "But is the situation that serious? The news described the illness as a mere seizure, how come it's so dire now?" Natasha could feel a headache coming on, "Yes it was a serious seizure but what worsened the patient's illness is different. He needs steady blood transfusion too but his blood type isn't available anywhere in the country or out. He has a blood type so rare that it's called golden blood. Only fifty people are known to possess it in the whole world!"

"There's no other way to explain it. After several centuries of search, I finally found the one with the rose blood, my brother must have known about it before he sent me to this hell hole." Unlike normal alphas and omegas who were attracted by pheromones, Michael was only attracted by the smell of blood. Rose blood was the rarest type of blood that belonged to only humans who have lived through dark and tragic times. The requirements were very strict and many vampires cultivate rose blood holders. One didn't simply exist like a mushroom after a rainy day. In the entire Academy, Michael had confirmed it. There was only one human who had rose blood and his name was Ringo.

I turned to the scroll, its words still glowing. “The one only my ‘blood’ can open.”