The Weight Of Blood Novels & Stories

"I remember your blood type matches, doesn't it?" Suddenly, terror appeared in Bethany's eyes. "I can't... I'm too thin, I don't meet the weight requirement for blood donation..." Frank glanced at the medical staff and coldly asked, "Will it kill her?" "Mr. Smith, if the blood volume is controlled, it won't."

“I honestly don’t know. As long as she doesn’t take control, let her tell you if she thinks it is affecting her.” “You guys share blood. A normal person has 8-12 pints of blood. Double that and that is both of your volume that we need to clean. The four that you received today aren’t going to just make the potion go away. I’m not going to risk your health on a whim. Let me check and see if this changes anything, and then we can adjust what we are doing.” The doctor stood up and gathered the blood. “I’ll visit you later this evening to check on both of you.”

“I’m not buying a donor,” “Think of it as your own personal walking blood bank” I clenched my fists, trying to keep my face neutral. No, I’d keep my pride intact. I wasn’t about to admit that the concept had a strange appeal—like the promise of constant sustenance, always there, always ready. “On tap, available to you 24/7 when you need it, Little brother,” Was I really considering this? The thought hovered like a dark cloud in my mind, tempting, grotesque, but undeniably alluring. He knew I was wavering, but he also knew I was too proud to show it.

"Wow... That's the blown-up picture graph of the chew mark at the magnificence rep? What a terrible wound......" "I've visible many vampire sufferers before... But this counts because the maximum severe case. Almost on the verge of becoming an entire vampire. Quite loads of blood changed into sucked in a single move." "Is this kind very rare?" "In order to show a human right into a vampire, the person's blood wishes to be tired absolutely. Blood occupies 8% of a person's mass. Because the magnificence rep is greater narrow than average, her mass in all likelihood would not even attain 50kg. Calculating from that, her blood is kind of 4L. Drinking this quantity in a brief quantity time is pre

It was filling up at an alarmingly fast rate. Do blood bags normally look this big? I’d seen Wendy and Dr. Celia working with blood, and I was very sure that the bags they used were half this size. Also, my arm never bled out on the floor, but now it was. No! No! I shook my head as a realization slammed into me. Alpha Rambo planned to kill me. He planned to bleed me dry and use my blood for whatever evil experiment he had in mind. Fear curdled my blood, and it didn't help that my vision was going blurry already. I heaved dryly, but nothing would come out.

“Like you said, Doctor. There are risks involved. So take as much blood as possible.” There was a pause of several seconds as Louise fell silent. She studied Eirene’s face more carefully. “Normally, the safe threshold for a werewolf is four hundred and fifty millilitres,” Louise explained cautiously. “Alpha's health is indeed the priority, but—” “I have been donating blood regularly since I was a teenager,” Eirene cut in quickly. “Almost once a month, I donated blood for my younger sibling.” She did not know why she felt the need to explain that. “So, I will be fine. I am strong, and I can endure it. Besides, you will give me supplements.”

Coincidentally, it was the voices that spent their entire life donating their blood every month in turn. A normal vampire only consumed one liter of blood to quench their thirst. However, the vampire lord chosen by nature had to drink one gallon of blood as the power that they yielded was far greater than the rest. Regardless means that they used to be the vampire lord. So far, almost 50 people have been working together to donate their blood for Naomi’s sake. James gripped his bloody hand while standing in the pool of his own blood. “You know exactly what you should do, am I right?”

"I really can't drink this. It smells like blood," Yasmin said. The color of the tonic was blood-like too, which made Yasmin even more hesitant to drink it. However, Blake said firmly, "If you don't drink it, you'll keep feeling dizzy. Do you know how much blood you lost in the accident? It was almost 67 ounces. That's why you were in a coma for three days." Yasmin frowned. "But I really can't drink it."

("It would never harm you, besides because of my tiny body I don't need to drink so much, just a couple of drinks is enough and I only need to drink every thirty days" The feeding of an average adult vampire is about 500 to 1000ml of blood every 30 days, if he drinks too much nothing happens, but it does not help him at all. In addition, being in an infant body, its diet is about 10 to 15ml. Seeing her deny so adorably, Jiang Xiaorou smiled, lifting and lowering her granddaughter while laughing, Jiang Wushuang was also laughing. The atmosphere was overflowing with happiness. Chief Tao was walking home when he was called by Bai Ye.

Just enough to relive the pain within. The blood welled up slowly, beading along the line in tiny drops that caught the light. It was a strange color up close—darker than you'd expect, almost brown at the edges. I watched it form, one drop at a time, and I breathed. In. Out. In. Out.