Trace Drop Of Blood Through Heart Novels & Stories

My heart slams against my chest when several drops of blood disappear done her throat. Will this really work? Is she going to wake up now?

I looked at Charles and Daniel, who stared at me coldly. “They didn’t tell you?” I questioned. At that moment, Diane went pale, her mouth slightly open, releasing rapid breaths. “Have you ever seen a severed jugular? It doesn’t take long, but that doesn’t make it pleasant. The blood flows from the wound; since the jugular pressure is negative relative to the atmosphere, air is sucked in, reaching the heart and causing cardiac arrest. Then comes the drastic drop in blood pressure, depriving the brain of oxygen, fainting, and finally death. That was Liam’s end after I stabbed his neck when he tried to abuse me.”

She panicked as she protectively placed her hands on her stomach, taking a step back in fear. Draven sighed raising his hands in the air. "I'm telling you to kill anyone. I just meant that mother shares blood with child and you're a carrying a tribrid, your system has few fractions of tribrid blood, which could be used to lessen his agony." Draven tried to make her understand. Sarah gulped processing his words carefully. "Few drops will work, right?" She said looking at him with uneasiness. Draven smiled. "One drop would be enough." He said.

The dagger is clearly still lodged in his chest. I try again, as slowly as possible, but to no avail. So I try pulling a bit harder, but still nothing. It’s as if it’s stuck in there. When I tried pulling very hard, the monitoring machine starts beeping. “His heart rate is increasing,” which means he’s pumping more blood than he needs to. If this continues, we’ll end up with him bleeding out, and he’ll probably lose more blood than necessary. We’ll have to stop and deal with the bleeding first.

Scarlet droplets splattered on the grayish ground and the dew-covered grass, a shocking sight. This was not ordinary blood, but Heart's Vital Blood infused with the primordial source of the heavens and the cultivation of myriad ages. Each drop that fell caused the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble slightly. Carl's body swayed, his robe fluttering in the morning wind. The hand hanging at his side clenched tightly, knuckles turning white from the force, veins bulging. He tried to stand firm, to maintain his composure, but the agony of his soul essence shattering surged over him like waves, swallowing all his resolve and calm.

His focus was absolute, his hands steady despite the pressure weighing down on him. "Releasing cross-clamp," Marcus announced, his voice firm but composed. His team exchanged quick, knowing glances, fully aware of what came next. He moved with care as he slowly removed the clamp from the aorta, the large artery responsible for distributing oxygen-rich blood from the heart to the rest of the body. The moment the clamp was released, the blood—previously rerouted through the heart-lung machine—began flowing back into the heart, filling its chambers. It was a critical moment, the true test of whether the bypass had been successful.

Slipping the chip of my card on the sensor, the door pushes open to red stains on the white floor. It forms a pool and drags along in scary circles. Blood?!!

My heart throbbed painfully at the thought of Derek still caring despite everything. "Keep the card," Dr. Reed insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "In case you change your mind." I reluctantly slipped the card into my pocket, knowing I wouldn't call but unable to refuse this small gesture. My chest felt tight with conflicting emotions. "Thank you," I said softly, gathering the medication vials carefully into my bag. My hands were still shaking. "Monitor your symptoms closely," Dr. Reed advised, his professional demeanor returning. "The silver fluid buildup around your heart could increase rapidly."

Tariq says, waving a hand. "It absorbs through the skin in less than three seconds. Once it hits the bloodstream, it triggers a massive myocardial infarction. A heart attack. Total organ failure within ninety seconds. And the best part? The solvent burns off the chemical markers in the blood. The toxicology report will show a natural, albeit sudden, coronary event." I stare at the little metal tube. A weaponized heart attack that leaves no trace. The sheer terrifying ingenuity of the people standing in this room is mind-blowing.

Marcus cast one last, terrified look at the monitor before following, leaving the room suffocatingly hot, insular, and silent save for the roar of the pumps. "The extraction is complete," the chief hematologist whispered, her face completely drained of color as she pulled the thick steel needle from Alexander’s hip, sealing the wound with a heavy pressure dressing. "The yield is perfect. The processing team is taking the marrow to Leo’s wing now. But Mr. Vance... your heart... we need to administer the chemical block immediately to stop the arrest." "Get out," Alexander growled. The doctor blinked in shock. "Sir, your pulse is at 178—"