Bloodborne Beast's Embrace Novels & Stories

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Cain chuckles. “Harvesting your soul,” Cain states. His red eyes glow and grey aura is emitting from his body. Cain smiles mockingly. “Farewell.” The girl could feel her consciousness is fading. Cain yanks her life source out from her chest. The girl’s spirit vanishes. Cain squeezes the light and it scatters spreading throughout his body. He absorbs the life source and the grey aura goes back to his body. Then, his eyes return to his normal red eyes. He could feel power is flowing inside his body.

They go by foot since it will be much faster than using cars. Aron, Solana, Craig and Tracy were behind Ember while Corbett promised to bring reinforcement. With Ember’s speed, it only took her minutes to arrive at Bresmont. Her heart almost fell when she saw the huge fire that consumed the place. She can hear the cries of the werewolves who begged for their lives. The smell of blood reeking all over the place, both from werewolves and hunters. She also sensed that there were witches who used dark magic. Without hesitation, Ember ran towards the entrance and slayed the first hunter her eyes could lay upon. She was in her full werewolf form. Her silvery-white fur shone through the light of th

she commanded, her focus solely on the task at hand, seemingly indifferent to my predicament. In a display of tactical prowess, Emberlyn's seasoned mercenaries advanced towards the cabin with precision, their movements coordinated and efficient. As they closed in, two of the mercenaries underwent a startling transformation, their bodies morphing into werewolf forms. The situation took an unexpected turn as the mercenary leader ordered one of our werewolf allies to approach the front door. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, tension coiling in my muscles. Suddenly, violence erupted. The werewolf was flung back out of the cabin, a sickening crunch echoing as its head hit the ground. Hor

Orin watches Embry walk into the room, keeping his distance from me. “I promise I’ll cooperate, if I feed on his blood I’ll mark him,” I mention, looking into Embry’s sad eyes. “I’m aware, it’ll keep you stronger and the bond will make it easier to control you if I need leverage,” Orin dismisses himself making me nod. The moment the door closes I begin to collapse and cry, only to be caught by Embry. “It’s ok Mo Ròs Dubh, I’m here,” Embry’s hoarse voice whispers in my ear, when he moves to the ground with me in his arms.

Emily clutched Adrian’s arm. “What’s happening to him?!” Adrian swallowed hard. “I bit him.” Lilith stepped backward, genuine alarm on her face. “You FOOL. You gave him your blood.” Adrian froze. “What?” “He ingested you,” Lilith snapped. “He’s merging with your mutation.” Emily felt her blood run cold. “Is he—” Gabriel screamed again as black tendrils shot across the ground, writhing like roots searching for victims. Adrian pulled Emily behind a collapsed column, breathing hard.

The circle ignited in crimson flame, the heat licking up my skin. My magic rose, threading upward, reaching for the bleeding moon. The bond formed, fragile but beautiful. I felt the moon answer — a heartbeat syncing with mine. My pulse slowed, stronger, steadier. Every beat made me more. My reflection smiled back at me, eyes glowing fully red now. Ember’s human color was gone, devoured by me. Down below, the courtyard stirred. Wolves whined under the moonlight, some falling to their knees as the invisible pressure crushed their instincts. I felt every one of them — their breath, their panic, their obedience. “They feel me,” I whispered, tasting the satisfaction.

The old bastard forgot to tell us and I forgot! I wasn’t supposed to be here. During Blood Moon nights, the curse took over, It made me shift. Made me dangerous and made me crave destruction, crave intense blood. I staggered toward the door with my vision blurring as I tried to yank it open to leave but it was locked from outside which was strange. Panic clawed up my throat. “Shit,” I growled, stumbling backward as the fire in my body surged, crackling under my skin. “Not now…fuck…not here please..”

I screamed, lunging forward. But I was stopped mid-stride. A wall of invisible force, cold as a tombstone, slammed into my chest, throwing me back. I watched in horror as the black liquid solidified into jagged, obsidian chains. This was the **Blood-Binding**. I could see the chains sinking into Rowan’s skin, not just cutting his flesh, but hooking into his very essence. Rowan let out a sound that broke my heart. It wasn't the roar of a Beast. It was the choked, rattling cry of a man being hollowed out from the inside.

“Evil’s already inside.” I sent the first wave into the air. Literally. I flayed their skin mid-jump, bones cracking like kindling as I slammed them into the ground. The next wave brought fire. I devoured it. I breathed it. I became it. My shadows took shape around me, monstrous tendrils with razored edges, alive and hungry. One wrapped around a young priestess’s throat and lifted her off her feet. “Tell me,” I murmured as she gasped for breath, “did Ember scream when you took her?”