Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 58
He could feel the blood flow down his arms as he aimed for the monster's head.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 54
Dorin rose up, blood seeping from his torn stitches.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 86
Empty, save for a single spot of blood. \* a sound ripped through the darkness.
Mark The Blood Wolf
How ever if he/she have a mate and die before this time there mate will have the blood wolf's blood without the posion. as a result of the test subject turning a blood wolf leave as fast as you can.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 78
A mangled right shoulder, multiple bite wounds overlapping each other, still fresh and bleeding. a strange bump on his right side, most likely a broken rib. a bleeding slit in his left hand, pierced all the way through.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 12
It was just a red and jetting stump, spewing blood into the air.
An introduction to Blood Sports prt 1
So you're probably wondering how blood sports work in the food chain story, right? well food chain is just one of several dozen blood sports that exist in that universe (about 36 in total). you see, the story takes place far into the distant future.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 38
After a second the blood began to ooze into the white meat of the cut, as if the tree itself was made of flesh instead of wood. this blood was almost fresh. he was catching up.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 52
The broken smile, the leather patch, the bloody scorch marks - it hurt dorin's eyes just looking at it. "are you, wardo?" he asked, blood dripping from his chin. "are you real?" "yes!" "are you sure?"
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 51
The broken smile, the leather patch, the bloody scorch marks - it hurt dorin's eyes just looking at it. "are you, wardo?" he asked, blood dripping from his chin. "are you real?" "yes!" "are you sure?"
Let Slip the Hounds of War
You have killed a human before judgment could be made by the masses, for that you must pay: blood for blood."
Group Therapy (Pilot Part)
blood of my blood, isn't that what fathers traditionally called their sons? blood of my blood, and boy did that blood taste familiar, like his own, oh yes the proverb was real and kicking.