Water Thicker Than Blood Novels & Stories

Her face was grim, every twitch of Serena’s body making her flinch as if their fates were bound together. Something wasn’t right. The more I looked, the more alike the two of them appeared. A horrible thought struck me. The footage rolled on. Serena now gripped a baseball bat, swinging down viciously across Lila’s back. Lila just stood there motionless like a wooden doll. My heart split open. I rushed forward and tore Lila’s shirt away. Her back bore a livid, bloody welt, the skin split and raw. I checked her arms and her ribs. There was layer after layer of injuries, old scars over fresh wounds.

“You’re not hurt?” “No.” My voice came out steadier than I felt, which seemed to be the theme of the night. “Not physically.” His jaw ticked — that same tell from the car, except now I understood exactly what it meant. He was furious, and not at me. He crouched down beside Marco, who one of the medics was already working on, pressing gauze against the wound in his shoulder with quick, competent hands. “He’ll live,” the medic said without looking up. “Lucky. Missed the artery by an inch.”

its eyes were red and bloodshot, but they glinted in the light, like stars. No, like blood, like red blood pumping through a vein as fast as it can. Blood doesn't glow in the dark or reflect the light when it hits water, so the wolf was probably lying about being a werewolf and not just drunk from the nearest stream. Her heart was beating so loudly she wondered if she could hear it through the wall.

Keeping my eyes fixed on his eyes, I began. “The continuation from page sixty-eight last line: The hermic phosphorus is found in the water dragon hydra’s blood. It is mainly present in their RNA and keeps changing like a virus, thus making the ingestion of their blood carcinogenic for the immortals. Its use is still being researched upon and tested. But this phenomenon doesn’t occur when hydra grants its blood on its will. In this case, its blood acts like a medicine, slowing down the decline of an immortal…” “Page 34.”

Dunn’s expression turned more puzzled, and he lowered his voice even more. “That’s the strange part,” he admitted. “Medically, he shouldn’t have survived what happened to him. He was dragged under for too long. Normally, the lungs would flood, resulting in irreversible damage. However, in his case, we extracted far less water than we would have expected for someone who had been submerged for so long. His lungs aren’t as damaged. It's almost as if something stopped the water from fully entering his lungs."

Samantha agreed with me. "Well, for drinks I'll have a specific combination." I spoke seriously. "In a 300 ml glass, I'll have 50 ml of A- blood with 30% endorphin, 50 ml of AB+ blood with 10% cortisol and 22% adrenaline, 100 ml of O blood, Bombay type, pure. Add another 23 ml of B- blood with 14% thyroid hormone T4, all these human. Then I want 27 ml of D+- blood with touch of adrenaline, dragon blood and to finish 50 ml of neutral V blood." I could sense Dylan's surprise hearing my request, but Samantha was quite relaxed.

Of course I expected that type of question from her. "Not just human blood. Each and every single drop of red blood that is somehow absorbed in this ground. It keeps this world alive. Science is right too. Without water, we can't have that much water inside our bodies. Those are two different theories of science and supernatural laws." I replied to her with a grin on my face.

Rai also threw a glass filled with donor human blood which he found hard to drink because the taste is so horrible. Making the maids and guard soldiers instantly gulp when the smell of this splattered blood wafted into their noses. Rai doesn't like human blood that comes from blood donors, it doesn't feel like the blood that is obtained directly by biting a human's neck. The taste seems bitter-sweet and the smell is not as sweet as usual.