Was Tupac A Blood Novels & Stories

Wicked There was blood on the floor. A deep sticky red pool that had congealed to a tacky mess. It was the blood of a man I knew well. The father of my best friend. And it was strange to see it. I wasn’t a stranger to death and violence but to see our presidents blood and grey matter on the floor hit me hard.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words never came. Instead, a thick stream of pitch-black blood poured from his lips. Taylon's icy blue eyes rolled entirely back into his head, and he collapsed face-first onto the freezing road. "Taylon!" I screamed, tearing myself away from Ronan and sprinting towards him. When I dropped to my knees beside my brother, the blood froze in my veins. There were no bite marks on him, but a terrifying web of pitch-black veins was rapidly spreading down his neck and across his chest, originating right from his throat.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.