Blood Sentence Examples

Blood raced up her neck to warm her cheeks.

The blood pounded in her neck and temples.

The sight of her bruised cheek made his blood boil.

The blood left her head in a race to her feet and her knees melted to follow.

Blood pulsed painfully in her throat, and her face grew warm.

I see this blood flowing now.

I am made of flesh and blood and bone, am I not?

But even suppose blood should flow.

She could feel the blood drain from her face.

Her body was stiff from her father's blows, her blood racing.

This case was a twelve year old girl, shot in cold blood as she sat alone at the poolside of her California home.

Blood was gushing from its leg as from a spring.

But, fortunately for her, she felt her eyes growing misty, she saw nothing clearly, her pulse beat a hundred to the minute, and the blood throbbed at her heart.

Even so, it was as if a something had been lifted from her chest, allowing the flow of oxygen and blood to a starving brain.

Blood left her head so fast that for a moment she thought she would faint.

The blood drained from her face.

His face was bloodied, and one arm was covered in blood from his shoulder wound.

The conference hall was dimly lit, and he immediately smelled the blood of a recent kill.

A deep saucer of black blood was taken from his hairy arm and only then was he able to relate what had happened to him.

Blood pulsed vigorously into her neck.

No stone left unturned until I see the blood of my tipster-nemesis flood the ground beneath her panicked body.

Blood splattered her as someone dropped from the cot beside her to the floor.

The cloak they spread under him was wet with blood which stained his breeches and arm.

Drain the blood from men's veins and put in water instead, then there will be no more war!

Only the delighted "Uncle" dismounted, and cut off a pad, shaking the hare for the blood to drip off, and anxiously glancing round with restless eyes while his arms and legs twitched.

But at the moment when he imagined himself calmed by such reflections, she suddenly came into his mind as she was at the moments when he had most strongly expressed his insincere love for her, and he felt the blood rush to his heart and had again to get up and move about and break and tear whatever came to his hand.

There's a lot of blood.

Scarcely had Pierre laid his head on the pillow before he felt himself falling asleep, but suddenly, almost with the distinctness of reality, he heard the boom, boom, boom of firing, the thud of projectiles, groans and cries, and smelled blood and powder, and a feeling of horror and dread of death seized him.

The man glanced up and she put a hand to her throat, feeling the blood drain from her face.

Lisa stared up at him, the blood draining from her face.

All the blood which had seemed congested somewhere below his throat rushed to his face and eyes.

Blood was flowing from his head; he struggled but could not rise.

He examined his hand carefully, vainly trying to find blood on it.

But he's sucked our blood and now he thinks he's quit of us.

They rounded the corner of the building to see a group of men lounging against the fence, watching a display that made Carmen's blood run cold.

Who would have thought he would become attached to a child that was neither his own blood nor male?

It was her dream all over, the flashes of light, darkness and blood, the scent of sulfur and death.

The grass, the road, the steps…all were littered with bodies and soaked in blood.

Taran, if my blood is joined, my people will die!

I've watched over her for many years now, and I know Tiyan's strength comes from her blood.

His words made her blood quicken.

She turned at his voice, blood quickening.

As his words soaked in, blood pumped in her temples.

Blood pounded in her ears.

The blood rushed to Petya's face and he grasped his pistol.

The blood rushed to Natasha's face and her feet involuntarily moved, but she could not jump up and run out.

He seemed at once disgusted by the fact she was a difficult mortal blood monkey and yet primitively protective, holding her as she quaked after her run-in with a man who wanted to kill her.

The taste of death was in her mouth and if she looked, she knew her shoes would be covered in blood.

She smelled his blood, felt the weakness of his body when their skin met.

She'd never thought she'd find a reason to want some creature to suck her blood; if ever, now was the time.

Only to find herself staring at the bubbles of blood forming from within his fist, which was clamped around the blade of a knife a few inches from her face.

The maid dropped silently, her nose busted and blood splattered across her features.

You're my daughter by blood.

With blurred vision, she noticed the blood on her trembling hand.

Where did the blood come from?

His gaze searched for the source of blood, finding it instantly.

I went by the house to pick up a picture and Brutus came to the house with blood on his muzzle.

Blood raced up her neck painfully.

Brutus came to me with blood on his muzzle.

The blood drained from her face so fast that she had to sit down.

Her face felt stiff, as if all the blood had drained from it.

You're the one who wouldn't settle for less than your own blood.

A strange sensation made her glance down and she saw the drop of blood hit the porch.

Apparently he saw the blood, because his step quickened.

Something warm and tingly began in the vicinity of her stomach and blood pumped fiercely in her neck.

Is it because he isn't flesh and blood, or because he is less than perfect?

Carmen felt the blood drain from her face.

I have the power that runs in our blood, but I don't have any of the natural skills the peasants have.

It was blood red, casting a shadow the color of blood over the immortal world.

His eyes were red as if he'd been crying, and his clothing was streaked with blood.

At least there's no blood on my clothes, she told herself.

Her blood was moving and her head clear.

Rhyn was unconscious again, his face marred by her blood.

He was weak but alive, his body covered with his blood and hers.

He watched blood ooze from her arm.

At least he'd thought enough of his blood monkey to bring her here, if only to keep her healthy so he had a food source.

Rhyn wouldn't saddle himself with a blood monkey he had to actually take care of voluntarily.

She felt angry tears welling and forced them back, soon distracted by the warmth in her blood.

You were a loyal blood monkey.

However, the thought of swan diving off a cliff the next time he called her a damn blood monkey was getting more tempting with each day!

There was no way a monster like him would ever be interested in his blood monkey!

He touched her neck, and she waited, assuming he'd take blood from her despite his distaste of alcohol.

Her blood was thrumming even faster than the alcohol alone would have caused, her body growing too warm for comfort.

Nothing a blood monkey could understand.

He's close but needs more time and more blood.

His penetrating gaze gave her a different kind of chill, one that made her blood quicken as well as her step.

This time when he reached for her, she knew it was for blood.

The familiar warmth, his intensity -- both lit her blood afire, and she couldn't help but imagine what his hot, talented tongue could do to other parts of her body.

She surrendered to the heat in her blood.

The tests I did with your blood came back promising, but I can't nail down the right genetic code.

Is it because she's his mate or because her blood sustains him?

If my serum worked, then we know her blood will give immunity.

Whatever is in your blood can tame evil.

He didn't take blood gently as Rhyn did; no, Kris wanted her to hurt!

If he cared AT ALL that his blood monkey and mate had been totally abused.

You're lucky all he did to your mate was take her blood.

Her blood was already on fire from their bodies being pressed together, and heat pooled in the base of her belly.

She looked up at him, anger heating her blood again.

His blood still raged from their kiss.

But you.d hold her down and take her blood.

As she did every day, she went to the table near his cluttered desk to await her blood draw and any other experiments he wanted to do.

She still couldn.t watch Ully draw her blood and covered her eyes with one hand.

He tossed a vial whose contents were the color of blood.

When the door closed, she looked at the vial of blood.

She hesitated, her blood burning and her confused thoughts terrified of what might happen.

I see you.re having tea with my blood monkey.

She recalled the scent of her blood, what hot agony felt like as an otherworldly creature tore her apart.

Unless you wanna leave my blood monkey alone.

Their gazes followed the drops of blood as they fell from her arm to the marble flooring.

The maid lunged at her again, and she darted for the kitchen, followed by Jared.s blood monkey, who was wailing with frustration.

The jaguar winced but kept its grip, and Toby.s blood turned the snow beneath them red.

The slash in his arm was deep, and maroon blood bubbled into the snow.

It has something to do with your blood monkey.

I just wanted to eat your blood monkey because she smelled so good, I figured she.d taste even better.

The stark red of blood against white snow caught his attention, and he circled the park behind the castle.

There were two splashes of blood, one at the tree line and another nearer the castle.

He changed forms in midair and dropped the half dozen feet to the ground, smelling Toby.s blood as he landed near it.

He sensed Kris.s agitation was increased by the ensnaring scent of Katie.s blood, which was heavy in the air.

Instead, he focused hard on cleaning up her blood and bandaging her arm before the scent drove him too wild to control himself.

He was trying not to let the feel of Katie.s skin heat his blood, but her nearness and direct gaze lit him afire.

He stalked to the door, sexual frustration and anger in his blood again.

He brought us a vial of blood to replace you as a test subject, and he knows where we can find the information to break your bond to Rhyn.

The whiff of Katie.s blood nearly undid him.

He no longer felt hungry despite the scent of blood.

They developed immunity blood the last time they had you.

The sight of Toby.s blood made her feel sick, and her own blood loss made her dizzy.

He smelled of his own musk and darkness, an alluring mix that made her blood burn.

My people figured out the right mix of Rhyn.s girl.s blood to give immunity to whoever has it.

Have you had a chance to test the immunity blood Sasha brought?

Ully would run blood tests on Hannah, but he doubted they.d reveal much more than Katie.s had.

He took in her delicate features and felt a familiar warmth stir his blood.

She stormed out, blood pulsing and headache growing.

He struck again, this time drawing blood.

Kris doesn.t need your blood anymore.

Not the way it works, blood monkey.

His whole body shaking, he tried to calm himself and withdrew, wanting to wipe away the taint of Sasha.s blood from his clothing and skin.

He focused on the taste of their warm blood and on tearing them limb from limb.

His skin and clothing was soaked with demon blood, and Kiki gave him a long look.

His white hair was streaked red with blood, his roving gaze tired.

Pulling it out, she sucked in a breath and withdrew a familiar vial of blood.

She touched the blood that bubbled at the side of her mouth.

Megan.s dark eyes were glowing though her clothing was covered in blood.

For once, it wasn.t his half-demon blood.

It was soaked through and dried with blood and his exposed skin was tinted red.

No, but he had the vial of blood.

Killing in cold blood was forbidden.

Sasha.s blood was hidden beneath fresh snowfall.

He.d give anything for the vial and the feel of her blood on his hands!

Right, because killing in cold blood isn.t something a Council member does.

If it.s not the immunity blood, then Ully will need you here in his lab.

Jade stood before her, blood spattered across his otherwise clean clothes.

The woman.s hair was red with blood, and her face clammy, but she appeared to be alive.

The object sitting in the middle of the table made his blood run cold.

The demon was too surprised to react, and Jade hacked him down until the black walls were sprayed with demon blood.

The weapon fell once, and Kris.s blood sprayed them both.

The machete had sliced through his collarbone, and blood spurted from the wound into the courtyard.s grass.

He.d lost a lot of blood.

Though his side was soaked with blood, he showed no sign of slowing.

He spit blood and pushed himself to his feet.

The only way to protect innocent people from the blood feud that runs between my family and A'Ran's was to use honor.

Her thoughts drifted to the prisoner, the memory of his touch and the strange energy making her blood quicken.

Her head spun as her blood dropped from her head to her body, and she sat heavily.

And yet he knew war was not so simple between two clans with a history of blood feud as theirs had.

They were all un-mated despite their dhjan blood.

Should his blood and those who carry it be exiled, the planet dies.

The battle continued, and the men around her grew tenser when the first fleck of blood appeared on A'Ran's opponent.

The odd tension was between them again, and she wondered what it was about her abductor that made her blood burn, especially when he was so unapproachable.

He cared for his sisters; they were his blood relations.

Her blood boiled at the thought of another night with him, and she sat, disturbed.

She had nothing to fear from these people, especially not Mansr, a blood relative of A'Ran and his sisters.

There was no way she could fill it with blood!

She looked at the instructions again and saw the queen depicted with one drop of what she assumed was blood.

She leaned over the edge to see the stone tile at the bottom of the fountain absorb her blood.

The hill was wide and her blood thrummed as she moved as fast as she could.

A'Ran wasn't sparring; he fought for blood.

Shaken, she leaned against the nearest wall and sank into a sit, disgusted to see there was blood on her clothing.

The trail was not difficult by cross-country standards—just enough of a challenge to stir the blood and quicken the breath.

My own flesh and blood, selling herself to half-drunk miners for a few gold coins.

Do you guys bother with a trial around here or do you just draw lots and send us blood thirsty killers directly over to Cañon City?

While she despised the man, her feelings still lacked a motive to sever his rope in cold blood and watch him plummet down to the rocks and churning river below.

I won't get any blood on your carpet or bother any of the other guests.

I'll gag him and mop up the blood, too.

There was a sense of cold and the ooze of blood filling his boot, and a reeling wave of lightheadedness, but little pain.

I wouldn't be surprised he used them to mop up something, blood perhaps.

Even if it was just a scratch or a bite it wouldn't do to have blood at the scene, especially someone else's blood.

Don't forget he killed his wife in cold blood and tried to kill me!

Blood is your sustenance.

This will warm your blood, best get used to the taste.

But does she drink blood?

Well yes, but you don't have to kill people to get blood.

He had taken way too much blood.

I took too much blood, she's dying.

Please, just let me get the blood first, I want it all ready.

If it helped to get all the blood now, so be it.

Jackson poured a drink and a glass of blood, then sat at the board.

He sat for a minute staring into his glass of blood.

I will get you some blood and a drink.

She handed him the blood.

He went to get some blood and a drink, no bottle, just a glass.

He held up his blood cocktail.

Her blood did that?

Jackson thought, Does she want Elisabeth to taste my blood?

And if it comes from blood?

He turned his attention back to the blood and what he found made his jaw drop.

Why didn't you pack some blood?

Jackson poured a drink and some blood, then sat on the sofa.

I'm going to get some blood, you want anything?

Once she gets enough blood in him, he'll calm down.

I'm going to give him some more blood, then I think we'll come upstairs.

You okay with Sarah drawing her blood?

I don't want someone else's blood.

Jackson handed Connor his blood.

My friend is going to drink your blood.

Jackson finished his blood.

What if I need blood in the middle of dinner?

Jackson asked, "What's this about Elisabeth's blood making you two stronger?"

Her cheeks flushed hot with blood.

With a rush of blood to her face, she realized the hood had slipped off her head.

She took a quick step backward, blood racing up her neck and warming her cheeks.

She could feel the blood pumping in her neck.

She snatched the piece of grass from her mouth and scrambled to her feet, feeling the blood burning her neck and cheeks.

The woman sprawled atop him shook, her blood smearing his hands.

Her wrist throbbed despite the warmth in her blood caused by the sedative–pain reliever.

He doubted she'd ever seen blood before she was shot.

Her head cleared enough for her to see she'd hit one of his arms, which was drenched with blood.

The sound of a laser gun went off, and warm blood splattered her.

She opened her eyes, staring at his open eyes and still body, at the blood pooling around her.

Her gaze went again to the pool of blood, then to the thick swath of red marking the trail of the dead man.

Donovan's blood was on her face and T-shirt, and her wrist was bleeding again.

He'd gone from one world to the other easily; it was in his blood, the blood of his father and grandfather.

His blood heated at her familiar scent.

When he'd gotten Donovan's blood off her, Brady lifted her and placed her in his bed.

She wanted to think he'd done it to help her, but what kind of a monster could execute another in cold blood?

She suddenly felt foolish thinking that Guardian, a man trained to kill, wouldn't kill in cold blood or wouldn't succumb to any other vices.

But the same man who killed in cold blood had reassured her every day for over two weeks that he'd protect her.

She moved the guns and knives out of the way, unsettled by the thought of blood.

One of his knives had blood on the hilt.

She was responsive, hungry and yielding, a combination that lit his blood on fire.

He was hot and sweaty, but he'd not yet been able to rid himself of the wired energy humming through his blood.

Brady peeled off the top of his suit, drenched in sweat and splattered with blood.

Brady was burning up, his blood thrumming.

The water stung her skin, and she grimaced as her attacker's blood ran down the drain.

Her blood quickened, and she felt too hot.

The sight of her with a gun to her head the day before made his blood boil as much as the thought of her in his bed.

There was something else in her eyes that made his blood pound harder.

She touched it, surprised it was his blood.

But it was the raw thrill at the idea of having her in his bed every night that lit his blood afire.

His uniform was torn, and blood turned the gray color brown.

Blood had bloomed, staining the left side of his abdomen and down his hip.

Lana rushed to him, horrified by the amount of blood soaking his uniform.

There's so much blood!

Brady's eyes closed, and Lana touched his face, terrified of the blood and his paling skin.

Her own clothing was soaked with his blood.

The hand pushing against his side was covered in warm blood, and Lana's panic increased as Brady's body began to relax.

Shaking with fear for Brady, she watched them cut through the skin grafts and transfuse blood then jump his heart.

It was the symbol of the enforcer of the Council That Was Seven, the only of the seven brothers sanctioned to kill in cold blood on behalf of the Council and Immortals.

He salivated at the thought of demon blood and walked to the portal.

Rhyn uncurled from his position on the cold, wet ground.  He hadn't meant to fall asleep and didn't expect ever to wake up, not with the magic tearing him apart.  He looked around, disoriented.  The magic in his blood had stabilized as it did when Hannah and the angel were around, yet he didn't see them.

She turned to see him motion her towards the jungle surrounding the lake.  His clothing was torn, and blood stained his skin.  He appeared to have been running; his boots were covered in mud that had splashed to his thighs, and his face was flushed.

Rhyn glanced around, not noticing his head had cleared and his magic was contained until Darkyn pointed it out.  Anger at Death – not power – made his blood boil.  You are half-demon.

Can Hannah's blood be used like Katie's?

But sometimes I look at Hannah and see Katie, Kris said, recalling how he'd taken Katie's blood by force soon after she went to the castle.

Struggling against the demands of his roaring blood, Rhyn closed his eyes, sought his magic and willed himself awake.

His half-demon blood would render him cloaked among the demons, as it had in the castle.

Katie pulled up the sleeve of her soaked sweater and nicked her arm.  She set down the knife and squeezed out a few drops of blood, watching as they landed on the roots.

Katie nodded and sawed at the root, dripped more blood, then sawed again.  She forced herself to continue even as she grew tired.  Sticky blood covered the hilt of the dagger, her pants, the root, Deidre's shoe and pants leg.  Katie kept on, uncertain what might happen if she stopped for a break.

By midmorning, Deidre was free.  Katie grimaced as she wrapped the dismembered sleeves of her sweater around her wounds.  Blood soaked the sweater quickly, and she held it over her head.  Even before she stood, she felt woozy.  Deidre tested herself and limped a few feet.  Katie steadied her breathing to keep from dropping to her knees.

The young angel's face was streaked with blood from where branches had struck him.  He was pale and terrified – and staring in shock at Deidre.

Suddenly, Hannah stopped.  Kris barreled towards her.  He glimpsed movement before he burst into the small clearing.  It wasn't until he leapt over the final hurdle – a massive fallen tree – did he see what stopped her.  One moment she stood with her back to him.  The next, she was on the ground, Rhyn's dagger dripping with blood.

Katie shouted.  He reappeared, blood flying with his weapons.

He heard Hannah crying and smelled the unmistakable scent of human blood before he took a step onto the block.  He strode down the block and paused in front of Hannah's cell.  She was curled up on the bed, sobbing.  When he looked at the cell across from her, he saw why.  Jared stood in the cell, covered in blood.  The cell looked as if a human had exploded, and Rhyn saw a pile of bones Jared had gnawed clean then stacked neatly.

I cannot have anyone else find out about the power of the immunity blood.

Blood rushed to her head in a painful flush and one hand shot to her mouth.

Once again blood rushed up into her face.

The blood left her face.

She glanced down at her shoulder and saw blood oozing out of the scraped skin.

Carmen could love a child that wasn't her flesh and blood as easily as she could love her own.

His gaze lingered on her hand, where crimson blood was smeared.

He'd never drawn blood before.

She cleaned up the blood first then took a fast enough shower that the water didn't have time to warm from cold to hot.

It wasn't until dawn crested the horizon that he smelled the unmistakable scent of blood.

Flecks of blood remained on the carbon fiber bullet.

The guardsman hesitated, not sensing the soul of the dead immortal despite the blood.

Darian followed his gaze, not smelling or seeing blood.

It slammed him between trees and sizzled through his blood.

She pushed herself away discreetly, not yet certain he knew what to do with all of the magic in his blood.

We started tossing stuff in the blender with frozen blood.

I remember nothing but blood and death.

She couldn't tell how much of the blood on him was his.

I just … let me get the blood off before the vamps start circling.

Only Jonny's was a high borne of blood and sex.

She rubbed her face and shook out her arms, trying to fling away whatever was in her blood.

He released his breath, blood pounding through his body.

Sofi made herself a milkshake consisting of frozen blood from Damian, chocolate syrup, pickles, and a scoop of ice cream.

Her blood warmed at the idea of seducing Darian again.

She felt his magic swell around him, the fire in his gaze sizzling through her blood.

Despite the cold, her blood hummed with warmth.

She was losing blood fast, her movements growing heavy.

The walls and floor of the hallway were splattered with blood, the bodies of the newly killed still kicking.

Returning to the cell, she used the long-sleeved shirt to wipe the blood off her body quickly and then to clean the blades of the weapons she snatched off the ground.

I hear your blood is the sweetest of all.

Her blue eyes flashed with familiar fire, fire that used to make his blood hot for her.

Her hands shook as much from emotion as the returned magic in her blood.

She was coated in blood, the metallic scent heightening her blood lust.

Yully appeared as uneasy as she sounded while Charles licked his lips at the blood around them.

Her body was streaked with blood, sweat, and dirt.

I don't know what happened next, but when I awoke, I was covered in blood.

His words spun through her head, but the thought of what would happen if her blood joined with his made her sick.

So is Destiny, and she isn't even a blood relation.

An unbelievable amount of blood was pumping from a tiny cut on her hand.

She unzipped the bag and climbed out, realizing with a surge of blood to her face that she was still scanty clad in her shorts and halter-top.

With a rush of hot blood through her neck she remembered their exchange the first day.

Barely noticing the taste of blood on her lip, she kicked the bedroll away and scrambled awkwardly to her feet again.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and watched in dazed silence as Justin marched out the door.

She tossed the wet rag at Denton and stood looking on as he wiped the blood from his face.

Denton dabbed at his mouth with the cloth and stared sourly at the blood.

Blood rushed painfully up her neck.

A rush of blood raced to her head, pumping against his fingers.

This woman's blood didn't smell like any blood Xander had drunk.