Bloodborne Beast's Embrace Novels & Stories

Yara only realized something was wrong when her breathing became heavy. Her vision began to blur, her head felt unusually dizzy. She tried to move her legs, but her body relaxed instantly. She raised her hand to her neck, feeling something strange. "You... What are you doing...?" her voice was soft. The man smiled wryly, his eyes flashing triumphantly. "I'm just helping you rest for a bit, Miss Yara." Yara tried to back away, but her body was losing strength. The world around her began to spin. The man was still looking at her with a triumphant gaze.

Shadows writhed and twisted, a manifestation of the dark energies at play. As he fought, the desolate realm revealed its true nature. A wave of Emberhounds, fiery wolf-like beasts with burning fur, charged toward him, their eyes glowing like molten coals. The ground crackled beneath their paws, and Flameheart could feel the heat radiating off their bodies. He leaped aside, narrowly avoiding their snapping jaws, the air thick with the scent of singed earth.

She succumbs and even holds onto me but that doesn't satisfy Aurora, who hasn't been able to feed in centuries. Even though Cassandra is willingly offering herself to me, it's not enough for the beast inside of me. I firmly hold Cassandra's head so that she has no chance of escaping me. I know this isn't for my benefit or satisfaction but I can't help but enjoy the euphoric feeling that comes with satisfying the soul of my dear friend, Aurora. It's somewhat addictive and I feel as though a deep neglected need inside of me is finally receiving the treatment it deserves. "Heaven." I hear Amelia's voice but the thing is, right now, I'm not exactly Heaven. "I think you have had enough."

I swore angrily as the man’s headless body ambled for a moment atop the horse before falling out of sight into the white fog. “Suffer the immortals...suffer,” I thought I heard a creature hiss behind me and I flung my claws in a neat arc, connecting with air and spinning round to bare my teeth into the fog with narrowed eyes. “Help! Help me!” The shrill scream of a maiden came from behind me so that I turned sharply, wrenching my claws from the meat of motionless flesh I’d sunk into before my heart slammed into my ribcages as I watched the smooth head of a large humanoid Hybrid as it wrenched open the door of the maiden’s carriage and gripped a dainty leg in the other hand, snarling at the g

She spun around quickly, crossing her arms protectively over her exposed chest. “I…I’m sorry…I got worried—I’m sorry,” Evan apologized. “Wow,” He repeated under his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his thick, dark hair. “The Beast isn’t so much of a beast, now is she?” Kat heard the comment and immediately regained her composure. With one arm still over her breasts, she turned back to face him. “Is that so?” She bared her teeth at him before she pushed the door—along with him—closed. “And stay out!” She yelled through the door.

Anthony threatened causing goosebumps to form on my skin, I knew his threat wasn't directed to me but the man’s voice was so intimidating it sent shivers down my spine. "Oh I'm so scared." The guy gasped mockingly. His eyes were hazel and he had dirty blonde hair, he was handsome with his small stubble but hell he was nothing compared to Anthony. "Don't test me boy." Anthony gritted out. "Like you can do shit, you cannot touch me, do you know who the fuck you are dealing with, do you know who my father is!" He bragged. "Those details are irrelevant to me, you clearly don't know me or what I’m capable of." Anthony chuckled sinisterly. "I suggest you run back to daddy and not temper with what

Osric pulls my hair back kissing my shoulder, when I feel the bed dip behind me as Osric sits close. I nod before pressing the side of my head against Jonathan’s jaw, letting my canines extend, a soft moan escapes me as his intoxicating scent fills my nose. “What you’re about to do will give our people strength and the ability to protect our packs from any threat, we’ll do anything to help you do this,” Embry encourages, watching me nuzzle my face against the mark I left on Jonathan’s neck before sinking my engorged canines into his soft flesh. I groan at the intoxicating taste of his blood coating my tongue and running down my throat, I can already feel myself drawing power from the nourish

“But we sealed the only crypt in Bellford.” Dr. Harcourt smiled thinly. “The Ember Circle was never confined to one locale. These cells awaited the one who could rekindle the true flame and it seems they think it is you.” He handed them a small metal talisman stamped with the entwined sun and moon symbol. “Bear this. It may grant passage or draw unwanted attention.” Alexander studied the talisman. “If they mean to bind us to their old oaths” “—we refuse,” Isabelle finished, voice steady. “But we cannot ignore this.” She folded the fragments carefully. “Prepare for a journey. We depart at dawn.”

Why did one taste undo me so completely? Before I knew it, my fingers closed around his slender wrist. His pulse thrummed against my touch, alive and insistent. I bent low, pressing my nose to his skin, inhaling. The world narrowed to that single point—blood, heat and temptation. I told myself no. Again and again. I would not. I could not. Not yet. And yet my fangs slid free, sharp and aching. In the next breath, I gave in. They pierced his skin in one swift motion, and his blood flooded my mouth—hot, sweet, devastating. It filled me, drowning me in a taste unlike anything I had ever known. Grief. Life. Something more, something dangerous.

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.