Thin Blooded Novels & Stories

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Like we were both afraid of stepping on thin ice and hearing it crack. I turned off my light but sleep didn’t come easy. The season was just beginning, and already it felt like we were playing two different games on the same rink.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

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

In the message, Hardy replied, "I don't believe it. How could Talitha do this? All of this is fake." Natasya still didn't give up and continued to send Hardy messages, "By the way, do you know why you like Talitha? Talitha is stupid and hypocritical, and she is not even beautiful. The reason that you like her is that she poisoned you with Blood Venom. Listen, I just heard that there's a way that can cure the Blood Venom that Talitha gave you, that is to take the blood of Talitha's heart and give it to you. After that, you won't have any feelings for her anymore."

“You forget that she is the reason I am alive.” Thane stroded towards the traitors, his eyes transforming into inky black. His claws lengthened, and I didn't miss the gasps of those nearby who witnessed the change. With a swift, deadly motion, Thane plunged his claws into one of the men's chest and tore out his heart; the second, he slashed at his throat, deep enough he severed the man's blood vessels; the other, he tore off her head from the rest of her body. He continued till the very last one. He was covered in blood , and silence filled the hall.

The house was too quiet when Ava rose from her seat near the fire. The embers crackled softly, the only sound in the grand hall. Pale moonlight bled through the stained-glass windows, casting red and violet patterns across the cold stone floor. She pulled her cloak over her shoulders, the fabric whispering as it slid across her skin. She needed air. A hunt. Something to sink her teeth into—literally. Her veins itched with hunger, and the stored blood in the cellar tasted like metal and regret.

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

“They’ve been quiet for a while.” Katherine nods grimly. “Until now. Their leader’s daughter died last month.” A chill runs through me. “I… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be,” Alexander says darkly. “They’re not grieving. They’re hunting.” My fork pauses mid-air. “Hunting?” Katherine’s eyes meet mine, calm but heavy. “For blood.” I frown. “You mean… revenge?” She shakes her head slowly. “No, dear. Literal blood. A rare type, something their scientists call the crimson variant. It’s said to have regenerative properties. The kind that can bring someone back from the brink of death.”