Bloodborne Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Oh, you drank my blood. And you being that little shit for brain you are. You didn't stop to think that I could use it to control you." "That is impossible," Conrad said, trying to transform, but each time he does, his body goes back to normal. "But it is. My blood, my property. You are my property now. Also, not only does my blood give the gift of man-beast, it also acts as a poison. So congratulations, you played yourself.“ Hayley said, then gazed at Davina and Grace, who exchanged looks with each other. Then they tried to leave before trying to leave. "And you two. Just for fun and to amuse my timber beast. I am going to speed up the process of the parasite attraction. All this will kill

I promptly held a hand over the incision from which I was bleeding profusely, but my fingers were instantly dyed in blood. On the other hand, Dicken leaned towards the incision and sniffed, taking in the scent of my blood. He inhaled deeply a few times as his brow furrowed, and pried my blood-soaked fingers away before leaning in, leveling his lips above my wound and licking it to heal it. I felt delight as a ray of hope seemed to sprout, though I was uncertain if my scent was intoxicating the Dicken of the present. However, he would definitely find my scent special because my body carried his bloodline, and nothing would change that—he would never bear letting a special existence like me di

Thinking of what Gilbert had done previously, forcing himself onto her, Kisa hated it to the core. She lifted herself and bit him on the shoulder. Gilbert grunted and furrowed his eyebrows, but he did not push her. He just let her bite. Even when Kisa tasted a smear of blood in her mouth, she did not stop, as if she was venting her spleen through this bite. Perhaps she was tired of biting; she finally let go, and her mouth was full of blood. Gilbert's shoulder was mutilated, blood falling down his shoulder and dying the white bedsheet red. She glared at the man threateningly, like a small wild cat. After being bitten, his desire for her grew even more intense instead of receding. There was a

Somehow I felt completely full just being with her. Still as I walked to my mini blood bank, something deep within me told me that even the satisfying taste of blood would not get the mysterious Clara Shawn out of my mind.

"Oh my God!" I muttered as I turned to face the injured stranger. I pushed through the fear that was about to stop me, driven by instinct. I immediately knelt next to him, the metallic tang of blood heavy in the air. I quickly recognized him as the Alpha of the shadow Crescent Pack I wanted to run away and abandon him to his fate with every fiber of my body, but I was unable to do so. My instinct to assist and save a life that was in danger sparked something within me.

The crimson star’s pulse was a primal scream, not a curse but a genesis, promising the nexus’s origin—a truth that could save or destroy their love. Jessica scrambled back, her hands scraping the abyss’s jagged edge, her breath ragged as Rylan’s blade slashed, missing her throat by inches. “You don’t know me!” she choked, her voice raw with love and defiance, her hollowness surging, a desperate fire against the star’s bloody light. The abyss churned, threads snapping, the starfield fracturing as the crimson star’s scream wove a vision—not of betrayal, but of creation, the nexus’s birth laid bare.

Blood oozes out in thick ribbons. Emma touched Aiden. She seduced him. Did he touch her? Did he get turned on? Does he fantasise about her now? The glass is nearly buried in my flesh. I’ve gone too far—but the high is so sweet, almost euphoric. There’s blood everywhere. It’s grotesque, and yet… beautiful. Real. Alive. It's something true in this world. Something that belongs to me. Then the door opens. “Ombra, why are you not in—”