Attire Bloodborne Novels & Stories

It slid slowly across her cheek before disappearing into the crisp white fabric covering her body. "What...?" the nurse whispered. The attending physician stepped closer, his expression tightening. He crouched beside the stretcher, studying the blood in silence before looking back at the team. "Nobody touches the body without gloves," he said firmly. "Bag every sample. I want pathology notified immediately." "But her oxygen saturation was ninety-eight percent," another doctor said, still staring at the monitor. "That doesn't make any sense." "It doesn't," the attending replied. "And until we know what we're dealing with, we're treating this as an unknown medical event."

When they arrived back at the B&B, Clayton sent her to shower while he prepared dinner. She stripped off her clothes, her leggings sticking to her skin with Matt's blood as it dried. It was fortunate that blood didn't bother her much, otherwise she probably would have been sick, if not from the sight, then from the feel of it, moist and slick against her skin. She climbed into the shower and scrubbed herself down furiously, wanting to free herself from every lingering red smudge or smear.

I had been trying so hard to keep everyone safe, but it seemed like trouble kept finding us. “Show me the bodies,” I said, standing up from my desk. Jaxon led me to where the bodies were being kept. When I saw them, I could immediately tell this wasn’t the work of a regular animal or even a normal Bloodburn. The wounds were strange, almost like they had been made by claws but not quite. “I think it might be wild animals,” Jaxon said, studying the marks on the victims. “Maybe wolves from another territory.” I shook my head. I knew better than that. These wounds had a different smell to them, a different energy. This was definitely the work of a Bloodborne, but not like any I had fought before

Diana commented, raising her hand which was covered in black liquid. "Black...? Vampire...?" she said as she saw this man's injured arm which continued to emit a jet black liquid. “I think it's blood, and I think it's the color of blood that vampires have. There's no mistaking this... This is Raltz's territory, a part of the vampire world. But—” Diana paused her thoughts for a moment. “—I just found out vampires have blood too. I don't think they have it," thought Diana as she tore off her coat to make it into a bandage.

Now she is feel so much ready than before. Adrian entered his castle with two boxes filled with ice cubes as well as a stash of blood that he had just finished taking from the city's blood bank. Of course, by hypnotizing the officer and allowing himself to freely enter the blood bank to take the blood that he needs. Adrian put his blood stash into the room, and realized that Alexis wasn't in the castle. "Alexis?" Adrian muttered and called Alexis on there immediately. Then after that, Adrian stepped both feet in a fast motion out of the room, and also the castle was there.

"Don't just wipe it, girl. Pack it into the track of the wound. Use your fingers. You have to find the source of the arterial bleed and apply direct pressure. Elara, hold his legs up. Keep whatever blood he has left in his torso." I grabbed Dante’s boots, my hands sliding against the leather because they were already slick with his blood. I lifted his legs, propping them against my chest, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. I couldn't stop looking at his face. He was so pale. The tan of his skin had faded into a sickly, translucent gray, and his lips were turning a faint, terrifying shade of blue. "I'm pressing! I'm pressing, but it's not stopping!" Sophia cried, her chest heaving as

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Atticus joins me. When we are done, our clothes are drenched in blood. My sight is bloodied. I see red and rage. Atticus removes the silver dagger and feeds Valois fresh blood. His body begins to regenerate, his bones snapping back into place. I feel Rhett close by. I trail after the smell of his blood. Then I see him. I trip and fall on my butt in shock. My eyes are huge as I watch him pressed under the car. His eyes are open but with no life in them.

The coppery smell of blood floods my senses the moment we walk in. Liam freezes behind me as our presence goes completely ignored by Dr. Sari and Billy. Billy works diligently with a small squeeze bottle spraying the back of Beatrice’s head, soaking the once clumpy red hairs in a sudsy liquid solution. The solution the sprays on clear drips down from the side of the table in little pink splatters of water onto the musty white carpet, rendering the area around Billy’s feet completely pink and wet.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!