Trace Drop Of Blood Through Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I know! Just…shit…just stab the heart!” Dropping the phone again, I grabbed the metal rod. I stood up and lined up the end with the heart. Pulling back, I pushed the rod through the heart. At first, it gave me resistance and I had to push down with all my might. Something cracked and sounded like glass shattering before the rod slammed into the heart, through it and into the ground.

Mamá and Javier came over to me; Javier was bleeding from his mouth yet remained standing between me and the altar as if he could protect me from the apocalypse. “Flee mija " he croaked. “No " I replied. "We finish this as one.” Marco knelt in the middle of the golden fault lines his hands pressed flat against the ground blood streaming, from his eyes gold code flowing out rapidly than his body could produce it. “I can’t keep the patch on any further " he yelled. "The heart is resisting. It’s attempting to restart the bloodstream!” The scarlet heart perched over the altar pulsated once—BOOM—and all remaining reflections collapsed onto their knees heads lowered, as if in reverence.

Fast. I hold Eleanor's hand. Nathaniel stands behind me, his hand on my shoulder, his presence a weight I did not know I needed. Margaret stands by the door, her hands clasped, her lips moving in silent prayer. The technician moves the wand. The image shifts. The chambers of Eleanor's heart appear, small and perfect, each one a tiny miracle of form and function. The valves open and close like doors in a house built for life. The blood flows, red and dark on the screen, carrying oxygen, carrying life.

“I know.” I do. That does not stop my body from wanting the falling drop like a starving thing wants salt. The drop hits the grating. The metal screams. A silver line runs across the floor toward the stack throat. It does not flow like liquid. It crawls through scratches in the metal, choosing old damage, making every scar in the floor shine. Leo’s blue channels flare. “Core blood breach.” Sarah looks down. “That sounds bad.” Damian answers, “Because it is.” Then the sea comes in.

"I am pushing the dose now. Hold her arm steady. She might convulse." Grabbing her cold, fragile wrist, I locked her arm down against the mattress. Evans plunged the needle directly into her central line. The pearlescent liquid vanished into her vein. We waited. The heart monitor beeped in a slow, agonizing rhythm. Tracy didn't move. She didn't convulse. Her chest just barely rose and fell. "Is it working?" My chest tightened to the point of pain.

But I have to keep a low profile for now as promised. The nauseousness shoots through me as I lift the patient's arm and the chemical stench of medicine hits my senses. I carefully puncture the big arterie, only enough for a thin line of blood to start running. It takes forever when I can't leave any traces and I have to suck to get the blood out.

“What a strong Shura’s demonic Chi!” At this moment, Cheryl suddenly came back to her senses and her pupils were no longer fully black. Instead, they receded a bit and turned crimson red. She hurriedly said, “Alex, quick! I can feel that my heart is isolating the source blood! Draw my blood right now!” Alex did not dare to slow down, so he immediately picked up her wrist to draw blood. “Not there. Here!” Cheryl pointed to her heart. “What? T-that’s too dangerous.”

"What do you say?" "Blood from the heart is life and all sincerity," I say. Roger frowned. “Are you crazy? If you take blood from your heart, won't you die?" I lowered my face. After a while, I suddenly heard Roger scream. “Hey, I think I can help you.” "How?" I looked at him. “My mother was an ancient medical researcher; she found a way to drain blood from the heart. I've never seen anyone die when she did that." Roger recalled.

sighed Sugar Aquarius. “All these engraved pictures turn out to indeed describe that famous urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’ in this demons-realm of ours, about the three drops of blood from the virgin women whom we love and who love us, which can make us superbly as well as marvelously strong,” followed by Hades. “A moment... A moment...” Evania lifted up her argumentation this time. “What’s that?” asked Hanny, somewhat frowning her forehead. “This hidden picture of three drops of blood doesn’t really explain why Sumico can find out our three drops of blood can work well inside your bodies after we’ve fully become yours, Handsome Husbands...” Evania’s mind was still full of her question-mar

My blood. The temperature suddenly dropped by at least ten degrees as another drop of blood fell on the ground to join the other droplet. Then another. And another. The drops weren’t coming from the sky and this time, I didn’t need to look down to know that the blood was actually dripping down my fingertips.