Bloodborne Beast's Embrace Novels & Stories

he murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow. The beast rumbled again, its gaze slowly moving to Emeriel's neck, fixing there pointedly. Emeriel held his breath, his heart pounding. Was that some sort of...communication? "Are you trying to tell me something?" Helplessness mingled with desperate hope. "I wish I could understand..." And then, he felt something else. His blood surged through his veins, and a tingling warmth followed. Emeriel yearned, with a sudden, fierce intensity, for the beast to drink from him once more.

' Lucinda eyes kept going on the next pages without blinking once and a smile began to appear on her face. 'I can use it! I can use this spell!' The spell read: 'Body-inscription spell, rank depending on the strength of the companion, no elemental requirements as the spell will be stronger if paired with a magical beast of the user's same element. The spell consists of engraving the figure of the chosen magical beasts on the user body to create a blood companion. The blood companion will have the same strength of the actual beast if its element matches with the user since it's fueled by the "Breath" in the user's body. The process to create the blood companion is complex and must be followed

He didn’t answer, but he looked at me with these pitiful eyes that made me feel a fast goosebumps. Then—he lifted me. I was in his arms before I could even think. My face was pressed close to his chest, my hands barely resting on his shoulder. I was in pain, but even more confused. He was carrying me like someone who cared. I could feel his grip wasn’t rough. Scorpion followed, and I saw the surprise in his eyes. Even the other guards were looking. I could read their faces clearly: Wow. The Black King is carrying a woman? Dominic saw it too.

I pressed the pen to paper. "Wait." Luca's hand covered mine. "Not with ink." He pulled a small knife from his pocket, quick and efficient, and before I could react, he'd pricked my finger. Blood welled up, dark and red. "Blood binding," he murmured. "More traditional." He pressed my finger to the signature line. I watched my blood smear across the paper, sealing my fate in the most literal way possible. When it was done, he lifted my hand to his lips. Kissed my bloodstained finger with devastating gentleness. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable.

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.

I closed my eyes as a wave of hopelessness washed over me, thinking that I was going to meet my end that night. The tongue around my neck suddenly loosened. I coughed violently as I heaved for breath. In my daze, I vaguely saw someone in a white coat fighting the corpse baby. It was Emilio again. The corpse baby drooled as it stared at Emilio, looking at him as if he was a delectable meal. Not only did corpse babies enjoy eating humans, but it would also receive a huge strength boost if it ate its own kind. In fact, they might be even more "nutritious" than someone like me.

I had lost the memory of how this trial ended in the book, but I hadn't lost the instinct to survive. Without hesitation, the Emissary sliced my palm. I didn’t flinch. I watched, detached, as my blood - darker than it should have been - began to fall. Each drop hit the sacred silver basin below with the sound of thunder made small. The water within glowed a brilliant, crystalline silver where my blood touched it, rippling outward like moonlight on a restless sea. For a heartbeat, it was beautiful. Then the light faltered. Dark, oily tendrils began to coil beneath the surface - alive, hungry, and whispering in tongues that had not been spoken since the first death.

"But here's my advice—talk to him. Jebediah. That's the only way you're going to get the answer you're really looking for." He paused. Something cold passed over his face. "But I'll tell you this much." Anna sat up straighter, every nerve suddenly alert. "What is it, Emmett?" "A Silverback Chimera is a fusion beast. Something that bends the laws of the supernatural world. It's not just rare, Anna—it's a deviation. Something that shouldn't exist by the rules we all live by." "Why's that?" Emmett didn't answer. He just sat there, the silence stretching, his hands clasped tight.