Unwanted Celina Blood Novels & Stories

after getting up Ziva explained her mom, what were her uncles intention wishing that she will understand her trauma and the anxiety she was in also the way that man tried to touch her trying every means to fulfill his filthy desires for her was still making her shiver in fear "Dare you speak momma from your filthy mouth..this two only have that right" pointing towards her elder children her mother declared, "he was just admiring you and for that, we would have gotten a big investment for your brother's new business and your father's company... But an unwanted child like you won't ever understand others pain, it would have been better if I had killed you when you were born" Christine said wit

She ducked her head and left as well, her steps carrying her quickly through the foliage while she wondered what the heck had just happened. She headed straight for her cabin since it seemed no one would be accepting her help. Her mother was there with Rieka, a female werewolf. Both middle–aged women were sitting on the straw pallet, chatting and patching clothes with their bone needles and sinew thread when Celia walked in. “Celia, what happened?” Sheeva asked, both women on their feet when they noticed the bloodstain on the sleeve of her gown. “Marcel happened,” Celia said, responding to Rieka’s nod of acknowledgement with a small smile.

Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Disgusting, I have blood on my shoes now." she motioned for one of the Officers to take the body away. Seconds later, she turned to the camera, and gave them a bright smile. "Does anyone believe they deserve a second chance?" Celia's POV Never did Celia think she would see the day where the Higher Ups were getting murdered on camera. Live.

"I'm sorry, Cece. Zoey got hurt while helping scout things out for you, so you have a responsibility to help her. It's only a little blood. You're healthy. I'm sure you'll recover quickly. As soon as Zoey's okay, we'll have the wedding immediately." Unfortunately, the blood flowing through the tube was pink. Elias froze. He didn't know that was a sign of end-stage leukemia. Regardless, he knew enough to know that it wasn't normal. Zoey's eyes flickered. Then, she struggled theatrically to rise from her wheelchair. "Elias, I can't believe Celia would rather sabotage the blood than donate it. She must've done something to make it turn pink. Forget it. I don't want her blood. It's only a little

“Tell them what you said this morning, please.” “. . . It wasn’t me.” Celia’s story spilled out of her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Falling asleep in a fog, a headache that wouldn’t go away, an anger and craving for blood, and the face of a pale man as the silver burned her skin. And then the dream of the dead man over the holidays, pouring his blood out to the Master who had called him, a fog glowing in his dark eyes just before he fell to the ground, dead forever.

Celina, the Bennison family's renegade, had dragged him into their brutal cleanup operation. As a non-member, David should not have been marked for elimination. However, when a bullet whizzed past, nicking his temple and drawing blood, he could not ignore his rising suspicions. Seizing the moment, he grabbed Celina's hand and ducked into a nearby nook for cover. "Celina, am I on the hit list for this purge too?" he asked, gesturing to the blood on his forehead. Celina gave a solemn nod. "Why? I'm not even part of your group!"

~Celina~ “Celina,” Derek said, his voice steady with a dangerous edge to it and I gave up trying to hide anything. With a sigh, I looked up at him. “Clara told Logan that a pregnant Luna’s blood will help her recover sooner. She demanded that I donate blood to her and when I refused, they locked me up. They drew blood from me forcefully for days to help her regain her health. I don't even know if it was the truth or she just wanted to make me suffer.”

"Celina, do you..." "I said don't come near me, you beast." Calling me a beast, I couldn't bear it, Celina had made me kill an innocent man, he didn't rape her, slowly I retrieve my step from her and run through the dark, suddenly I was thirsty for blood, not the ones that father always provide for me, the ones that the pack members donated for me, but the ones from the main source, she-wolves, their blood were the ones that invade my nostril, it always smells nice, I wanted them and I got it.

The sight in front of Celeste made her want to take a step back. She wondered if the images were about to engrave themselves into her memory, leaving her PTSD. She closed her eyes, hoping to shut it out, but even then, the image in the dark lingered in her mind, refusing to fade away. The metallic scent of blood in the air only made it worse, making the picture more vivid than ever before.

Dr. Harris’s face grew more serious. "Unfortunately, we're out of stock of Connor's blood type. We need to find a donor urgently." Celine's mind raced. She had no idea where to turn. The hospital's blood bank was clearly out of options. In her panic, she turned to Martha who had been standing quietly at the back, her face a mask of worry. "Martha, do you have any suggestions? Anyone who might be able to help us?" Celine asked desperately.