Attire Bloodborne Novels & Stories

Claire always knew how to get under my skin. I went to the staff locker room. Maybe Thessara came in early and I just missed her somehow. Her locker was open. That was weird. Thessara always locked it. I looked inside carefully. Her jacket was still there. Her bag. But something else caught my eye. A piece of torn fabric stuck to the locker door. Dark red stains on it. Blood. My medical training kicked in immediately. I pulled the fabric down gently. I examined it under the light. The blood pattern was strange. Not like a normal cut or injury. The stains were in weird places. And the color was slightly off. Darker than regular blood should be.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Clara asked in urgency, bouncing from foot to foot. Willow looked around, making sure they were alone. “Blood magic.” “Er, like the mastery of… actual blood?” “More like mastery over life itself,” Willow said matter-of-factly. “Blood-Atts are the only attuned powerful enough to give life… and they can take it away. Just like that.” She pounded her fisted hand over her open left palm. Clara realized she’d leaned in closer, totally drawn in.

After my bath, I return to Theo’s office. He is still there, thankfully. At least, I won’t suffer from guarding him outside his harem rooms. Realizing that I need to announce myself first, I unconsciously touch my clothes. It’s new. I burned my previous clothes even though I feel bad for it. It is completely fine, but since General Lorant said that the green blood is dangerous, I needed to do it. “King Theo, I am back.”

“Please, this is a place that should be kept as clean as possible, please go change, if I can smell you from here, it's not a good sign.” I didn't care if they would be offended, I approached the bed, looking at the chart, Perseus Heroux, male, 32 years old, light brown hair, curly and short, body not very muscular, but certainly from someone who usually trains, he seems to emit some aura of authority, even though he was unconscious, maybe it was the scars. I was in difficult conditions because I was not able to filter the toxins in the blood, since I have the Bombay type, that is, false O, I arched my eyebrow again, after all, that was my blood type.

How could it be? how could he still be alive? I remembered seeing his lifeless body lying on the floor of his living room, covered in blood. He's supposed to be dead. Turner was attired in a white linen shirt with short sleeves accompanied by long khaki pants. His blonde shaggy hair rested stylishly on his face. He looked as if he had never been attacked by a werewolf. I examined his body searching for any bruised or marks I could somehow see. I saw none.

An average man would be rushing to obey… but Zuri is no “average man.” “I’m not letting you see her until you explain yourself. What the hell happened to you?” I peek over Zuri’s shoulder and freeze, running my eyes over Bhyron’s wet frame. His entire suit is wet and covered with with dark splotches. His once shiny white shirt is covered with a bright red substance — blood. My shaky fingers rise to my lips and bile climbs up my throat when I realize that the liquid dripping from his shirt isn’t just water. It’s water mixed with blood.

Jimmy stood in the doorway, and the coroner, Dr Wyatt Bloom, stood near the windows. Conrad’s eyes were still open, and he lay spread eagle on the bed. On the nightstand was his watch, his famiglia ring, and his money clip. Dominic gritted his teeth as his eyes trailed over Conrad’s corpse. His penis and testicles had been severed cleanly, and they were nailed to the wall above his head. His stomach had been slit open, the wound gaping at him. His intestines had been taken out and wrapped around his neck. There were blood spatters everywhere, and a bloody cross had been made on Conrad’s forehead. He’d been cut open from side to side, a kill wound and Dominic knew the intestines around his ne

'reloj su Atrás,o karma será cause Que gran daño con el maldición de sangre' {Watch your back, or karma will cause you great harm with the curse of blood } Here I am now, witnessing the curse of blood, look at karma playing me, I'm the blood sucker. I sigh, getting dress into a grey sweatpant and crop top, I did my hair in a bun, wore a white canvas, I came out of the closet, rushing to wear I kept the Phoenix stone, I opened my nightstand and grab the Phoenix stone. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I still have a chance. Before I left Alina's place the other time, she had said something so intriguing that day.

Grey is usually a dull colour that helps you blend in and in most cases that’s what it does. but for some reason she stood out which was the opposite of the desired effect. A small wind blew, and her hoodie flew away revealing a tattoo on her neck. The tattoo that was embedded in my mind and often would give me nightmares. It was one unlike any other, unique, and scary at the same time. It was the blood mark curse, the girl turned around and her eyes landed on me, those green eyes and blonde hair. It’s her, its Scarlet. she looked at me for a moment and I could tell that she recognised me from our very brief encounter.