Water Thicker Than Blood Novels & Stories

Rhett asked as he set a cup of coffee in front of Tyler. “He did, a bit. But vampire blood fixes things, it doesn’t replace them,” Tyler explained switching electrolyte water for coffee. “Oh, heaven’s liquor,” he moaned as he took a sip. “So good. Think of it as boosting the body’s systems,” he resumed the subject. “Vampire blood accentuates what the body is already capable of, speeds it up. If you have a cut, the vampire blood stimulates the cells to reproduce and repair, but if you chopped off a hand, it won’t regrow – the stump would just heal faster. If you had an organ ripped out – your body isn’t going to regrow it – unless it’s your liver, that has its own rules…

I replied with bated breath. She opened the lid of the bottle and poured the red liquid over her left hand. Then she brought the red liquid directly in front of me. "Look, Damelza. Blood is part of our body. Blood functioning; Supplies oxygen to the cells and tissues of the body. Provides essential nutrients to the body's cells such as amino acids, fatty acids, and glucose. Fights and kills waste materials or compounds present in the body such as carbon dioxide, urea, and lactic acid,” she told me.

They looked just like living humans made of blood. Later, the big bubble opened another hole, and countless blood poured in through the hole again. Only, unlike the previous stream, the speed at which the water flowed this time was clearly much faster. If one had to describe it, then it should be the speed of the river water. This time, the big bubble was filled with blood, and the opening was not closed. However, it was precisely because of this that the blood outside would no longer flow in. "Hu.” Suddenly, the bloody man opened his eyes and mouth. As he inhaled, the amount of blood in the bubble decreased by half.

She tried to concentrate enough to will the sky to return to its previous state, but to her astonishment, it only darkened even further. "What's going on?" Adea muttered to herself. She soon realized the water felt thicker than before. She turned her head over to look at the water. It was almost too dark to see clearly, but the substance in which she lied had become thick and dark in color like maroon. At first, Adea thought it was merely reflecting the obscure light of the heavens above her, but it did not take long to realize the horrifying truth: the water had turned to blood.

I have also informed them. "Okay, your wife's condition is very weak. She may have to stay here until tomorrow. Apart from that, she also has to take vitamins when she wakes up. I need to explain that the conditions of ordinary humans and werewolves are somewhat different. Their blood will change color according to their condition. "Right now, Agatha's blood is blue because she is weak and can turn red again when her condition is stable. Apart from that, it can turn black when she is very badly injured. Maybe you have experienced that."

" The river in the north. What are we doing about it?" I ask. And everyone's eyes stop at me. But I ignore them. Keeping my attention at the warriors leaders. " What about it my Queen?" I sigh. How can they be like this? Don't they know bloodhounds can swim way better than us wolves? And also longer. " They are better in a lot of things than us normal wolves and one of them is their lungs ability capacity." People in the hall look at me impressed and I continue. "The only solution to this is to leave current in the river water."

"But the blood... it’s too dark. It looks like the same stuff we saw in the valley." I leaned over the wound, my stethoscope pressed to the man’s chest. The heartbeat was erratic, a frantic, fluttering rhythm that didn't match the volume of external blood loss. I pulled a syringe from the tray, drawing a small sample of the fluid pooling in the entry wound. It wasn't just blood. It had a strange, milky viscosity to it, a chemical sheen that caught the harsh light of the room.

she grins. Invidia rises from her chair, pulls a small vile out of her back pocket and holds it up to the candlelight. Inside the vile is a silver liquid, a liquid I presume to be God’s blood, but it looks different…it’s not the vibrant silver I’ve seen the few times I’ve witnessed a God bleed. It’s darker, almost a gunmetal colour. It’s as if the mingling with human DNA, the process of abstracting it or maybe the thousands of years of being separated from the source has diluted its potency or warped it in some way.

I turned to Sol and asked, "Is this enough for you?" He nodded and pulled out a small vial of O positive from the larger pool supply in front of us. "Usually, this is all I need through the week." I was shocked by his statement. I listened as he continued. "Older purebloods need less blood to survive than the younger ones." I felt my eyebrows pull together at the information. What Sol told me now was different from what I had heard since I was a child, and I wasn't sure whether to believe his admission or not.

He observed carefully and finally discovered something. It turned out that the blood wisps, which were as thin as hair and which made up the blood cocoon, were not concrete. Instead, they were extremely delicate tubes, wrapping around the white bones. At the same time, they were all seeping into the sea of blood. The shimmer that flashed was not light, but some strange substance in the crimson tubes, which was absorbed from the sea of blood. It was constantly being transmitted into the blood cocoon... Ding Hao was greatly shocked.