Thin Blooded Novels & Stories

Scarlett My room is an archaic wonder, and there’s a doe-eyed maid hovering over me with interest. She stabs a needle into my thumb, and she hums with excitement when blood wells under the skin. “I’m only a few centuries old. Not old enough to have been alive when humans graced these lands. You’re the first I’ve seen.” Her eyes seem to grow bigger and bigger with each word. “You bleed red! I suppose that answers my questions on your monthly cycle too! I can’t believe there are beings who bleed red! How colorful!”

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

The Blood Bounty was an ancient, terrible instrument of power. It wasn't just a contract; it was a blood-soaked invitation broadcast on arcane frequencies that every supernatural creature could hear in the back of their minds, a whisper of temptation that also spread like a virus through the dark web and encrypted mercenary channels. Overnight, Jack Sterling went from being a regional king to the most hunted man on the planet.

“And you’re my fated mate.” The room spun. Null Blood. Fated mate. Demi-god wolf. Me. “That’s, a no,” I rasped. “That’s not possible.” But my body betrayed me. The sparks. The heat. The way my fear tangled with something achingly familiar. “What is Null Blood?” I asked. “It means you’re immune to divine magic,” Thane said. “Fragments. Curses. Relics. None of it can touch you. Humans like you are extinct.” His voice softened. “But you’re here.”

My hands are still stained with my father's murderers blood. I was left alone in a dying world, with no sense of survival skills. Until I met Sofia. My saving grace and miracle friend. She took me into her home. The home we still share now as Sofias' family is wealthy. But none of that matters now because this life I live will be a life of the past if a dirty Kindred male manages to sink his sharp teeth into me. --- The chilling night has come, and the small moon that once shone with a brilliant yellow light that illuminated the entire sky. Is now a blood-red moon. It has a murderous effect on those who suffer from chemical imbalances in their brains. Making the streets a dangerous place.

That rate is especially higher with alphas. As I'm overwhelmed with infirmation bombarding me I feel my breath become shallow and for the first time since he grabbed my face I look away from Jaxson and start digging through my bag for an inhaler. I'm the complete opposite of a shifter they're known for being genetically superior. Not needing glasses or inhalers. They're strong. I'm the complete opposite.

The way she moves and handles everything shows how long she has been working as his secretary. Sunny followed Ashley inside the office and let her sit on the couch. She had time to look around. It's very dark. The windows are closed, and there are even black curtains blocking the light from the outside. Everything about the interior design screams loneliness. It's indeed true that he's living his life like a vampire. Contrary to her name, the place she's in has no even an ounce of sunlight passing through.

He felt alone and helpless. Thin streams of blood flowing from the vampire's wounds stained the Nulliard's face. One of them flowed like a bloody snake into the nostril, the other into the limply parted mouth, the rest flowed randomly over the velvet dark steel skin, speckled with scratches, dripping onto the ground and staining the grass crimson. The world around them ceased to exist for them

and gently pressed his lips against the twin punctures on her skin. Emaline had lost consciousness. He pressed his lips tenderly against his beloved's, savouring the sweet taste of her mouth before trailing kisses down her body. It was only at that moment that Alaric savoured the flavour of the girl's blood. The creature came to a halt, savouring the alluring aroma and delectable essence of Emaline's blood. "D*mn, this is RH null blood." He moistened his lips with his tongue. The blood coursing through his beloved's veins was of the rarest kind, known as golden blood. Its scarcity was unmatched, making it a precious commodity in the medical world.

My legs feel heavy, as if the black earth wants to claim them, pull me down into the same memory it holds of all the others. A wind comes up, shifting ash in slow, eddying spirals. I tighten my cloak around my shoulders and step forward, ignoring the rasp of armor at my joints. I’m not dressed for mourning, but for intimidation: a breastplate chased with gold, the sigil of my House stark on the tabard. Still, there is no one left here to fear me.