Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

This way I will get an answer, and then I can figure out how to tell them all whatever the conclusion happens to be. Right now, I hope my suspicion is right because what I’m thinking will have her back on her feet within a week. If I’m wrong, well, that doesn’t bare thinking about. As far as I’m aware no species has ever had a Vampyre blood transfusion and survived. The few that I know of ended up rejecting the transfused blood, their bodies shut down and they died. Painfully. Slowly. And didn’t turn afterwards.

he put on some gloves, took some equipment from a top shelf and walked towards me. “Stretch out your arm,” I did as he asked. “This is going to hurt a bit. The needle has been dipped in wolfsbane to stop your body from healing around it,” He warned. I gave him a nod and hissed in pain as the needle made contact with my skin. The whole thing lasted seconds and I sighed in relief as he tagged my blood and placed it on a metal tray. “Fill this form, then you’re good to go,” He handed me a form and a pen.

“She’s my best friend and I can’t just stand here and watch her die because we’re too scared to try something.” I took a deep breath and made a small but small cut along Naomi’s forearm, right where the black veins were thickest and seem to be most concentrated. Immediately, dark blood started flowing out that looked absolutely nothing like normal human blood. It was almost completely black, with a consistency that was too thick and viscous, and it had a that metallic smell that made my stomach lurch. “Oh my God, it’s working,” Riley said, watching the color slowly start to return to Naomi’s face as the contaminated blood drained into the collection bag. “Look, the black veins are starting t

Axel asks, putting the strap around my upper arm and pulling it tight. “I don’t,” I reply, taking a swab, sterilising my arm, and another for Kane’s. “So, you'd better start praying with me. I stick the needle into my arm, pumping with my fist until my blood runs down the tube and out the needle. I quickly nick the tube, find a vein on Kane’s arm, and carefully insert the needle. “Please, Goddess, let this be right,” I pray softly as I release the tube, and my blood flows into Kane.

“Connie, your daughter knowingly violated our laws. She knew she could be punished for it. You have always been a loyal and law-abiding pack member. Somehow Tiffany didn’t learn properly from your good example. Now she will. I am sorry that you will have to witness this.” Thomas returns with one of our silver whips. These leave painful burns and welts; if hit hard enough, scars that our wolves cannot fully heal from. I let the whip drop and uncoil, then I test it to the side, letting the crack sound out over the quiet training field. All the pack members cringe at the sharp ringing noise.

"I’m going to mix your shots, and you two are going to be having the Blue Blood shots!" I frowned. "What’s a Blue Blood shot?" Sophie laughed. "A Blue Blood shot is a werewolf’s biggest weakness when it comes to alcohol. Werewolf systems are different from humans! We don’t get drunk easily by consuming regular human alcohol." She smirked. "But we do have our own alcohol called the Blue Blood shot. If humans drink it, they’d probably die from alcohol poisoning after just one shot! That’s why this club is called the Blue Bloods. The shots are only given to werewolves, but humans don’t even know about it."

He went off me and left, only to come back minutes later with a silver whip. A silver whip is a deadly weapon for us werewolves. Once silver touches out skin, it's equivalent to fire burning our entire being. But for me, it was at least...bearable. I closed my eyes ready for the pain. "This, my love, is your punishment for disobeying me." Then I felt excruciating pain on my stomach. 1 gash. *Whip!* 2 gashes. *Whip!* 3 gashes. And by the time he finally stopped, my lips were already bleeding from biting my lips so hard.

He shook his head slightly then sighed, looking back at Dan, he pointed to Leticia's arm. "She has an open injury right there. You can draw blood from there without cutting any part of her skin elsewhere." "Actually..." Master Krane chipped in when a raised finger. "We can not take blood from her injured arm as it is infected already." Scott looked at the short chubby demon and narrowed his eyes at him, of course it was infected. He sighed and reached for the knife in Dan's hand to collect it. "Give it to me." "Why should I do that?" Dan raised his eye brows.

I asked sceptically, having heard whispers of Cassie’s stripper past. Vasilios grunted from across the room, nudging Fabio’s corpse with the toe of his shoe. “She’s not formally trained, but I guess she has picked up a thing or two over the years. Besides, we’re werewolves. As long as the wound doesn’t get infected, we’re good.” Sure enough, the “supplies” Cassie had been talking about hadn’t been medical supplies. Oh, no… the woman returned armed with a bottle of whiskey.

"Reject her." "No!" I raised my hand and let the whip hit the naked back of Aeon as Alexa’s screams filled the whole cell. Aeon’s body jolted from the impact, but he didn’t even scream. Instead, he was murmuring to the female crying in front of him, trying to console her, making my anger rise more. I raised my hand again and threw another whip at him, breaking his skin, and with wolfbane in his body, he wasn’t healing fast. Blood was oozing from his wounds, and with just two whips, it was already covering his back.