Was Tupac A Blood Novels & Stories

“His family could be looking for him.” “He didn’t smell very human to me,” Eliza quips. “He was human,” Lucas tells her. “Are you sure?” “I pulled his fucking head off,” Lucas replies dryly. “Trust me. He was human, but his blood had been tainted somehow.” “Like he was possessed?” Nicole asks. “Not quiet. His blood was rancid because he was dead but was something more…like he was diseased.”

Math said and looked at Lucas and felt the serious tone of Blood’s voice, Lucas simply shrugged his shoulder at Math who was a little confused. “I’m sorry, little man. Uncle Blood failed you just like what I did to your Dad.” Blood whispers while his finger is touching War’s cheek who has his eyes wide open. “Blood, don’t say that.” Lucas said to him but he just smirked and shook his head. “Why not? What I said is true, right?” He said. “No.” Math answered but Blood just sigh and play with War’s hand. “I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to both of you again.”

The doctor ran her eyes around the lab looking for someone to help her, and huffed. -When I don't need help, there's a lot of people around me, bothering me, and now, when I really need there's no one -she grumbled as she stood up and went to the 'cooler'-a kind of refrigerator specific to store blood- and took a vial of human blood, another one with vampire blood, another one with wolf blood and another one with blood altered by the drug DroPaCem and took them with her to the microscope.

he said to reassure him, but that only made his efforts detrimental. The young kid started to grow again. “Look I really don’t hurt humans,”’ “You tasted human blood! How then?” “Well, my dad brings them in a small plastic bag. The blood is collected from live human who willingly sell it for money.” “M-money?” “Copper, they sell it for copper,” “Humans do that?”

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

“He dead? We better start moving.” “Not that Brad,” the other replied. “Look at your hands.” Brad stared down at his hands and then he saw it. The blood from the punch he had given Xavier was all over his hand and clothes. But that was not the problem. The blood was not red as expected. It was black. Shining black. “What does this mean,” he turned to the other two boys. “I’m not sure,” one said standing up. “But I’ve heard stories.” “What stories?” Brad asked, eyeing him.

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

Chapter 7 Dom's POV Tupac Shakur's song banged all through the stereo and I kept nodding my head. I have always been a fan of Tupac's songs. I was in the large center room and my long revolver was on the table. Music was what I always used to calm my rage and it had always worked for me. I kept glancing at my gold watch, mumbling impatient phrases. My face was blank but there was rage trying to build up inside of me. The door yanked open and Chris dragged a man and threw him into the centre of the room. A light smile spread on my face and I reached for the pack of Cuban in my leather jacket. I slowly lit it up and stuck the stick in my mouth.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.