The Weight Of Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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."

It was not a pleasant kind of laughter. I narrowed my eyes and asked, "Is that funny to you?" "Funny? Of course, it's funny. How could it not be?" His face twitched slightly, and his gaze bore into me as he spoke slowly. Each word was deliberate and clear. "You're not worth that amount, and I wouldn't pay it either." For some reason, a chill ran through my body at that moment, as though I had been cornered by a venomous snake. His eyes pinned me down, unwavering. Then, he said, "You're worth far more than that. What you can have is endless wealth.

“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

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

Three Blood Golems dashed towards Red Rose even before she could go after Village Head Samoa. “Fast,” Red Rose’s eyes narrowed into slits, her lips twitching in surprise at the speed of the golems. Even if they were in humanoid shape, golems were still much heavier than humans. For the Blood Golems, their projected weight should have been about three times the weight of the average human. Logically speaking, they should have been slow in their movements; however, this was not the case. The golems moved so quickly that Red Rose barely caught a glimpse of their figures when they moved towards her. The first Blood Golem to get to Red Rose barred its fangs the moment it was close enough. It pull

“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?”