This time it was my blood mingled with his that flowed into me.

His blood mingled with hers as their wounds touched.

He could taste blood mingled with the thick, chalky potion.

There was black dried blood mingled with the hair on the back of his head.

He remembered from his youth the stench of blood and death mingled with greasy smoke.

All that remains is the kiss of joining, the touch of my blood mingled with yours.

He could feel the blood in his mouth, over his lips, mingled with dirt.

Her green blood mingled with the lovely green felt on the table in front of her.

And from a score of wounds his blood mingled with thewater!

Allowing the blade to fall, she watched as her blood mingled with Logt's.