Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Crossover Fanfiction

I asked him next. “During the ambush of the village, Guy was attacked, and during his struggle, a Dire wolf bit him. When the blood of the Dire wolf entered his system, it shifted his DNA—giving Guy powers of his own even though he was human. Their bloodline is obsolete. It can save a person from dying, but it can also resurrect someone from the dead or the spirit world. Cristina does not know what Guy's body looks like right now. She doesn't realize that he is human and his body over the years has decayed, which is the reason the blood will not work to bring him back physically. Yes, she will be able to see him in her dreams again because his spirit will awaken once again, but only she will

Havermouth, Present Time Aislen reached out and found Tabitha Marie, and the power of her coven. She pulled on it, drawing it into herself. She let herself drift and her consciousness expand. Her mates appeared first, they were bonded to her, and so physically close to her body, their minds bright with mixed emotions of distress and joy. Talen was feeding Aislen his blood, his wrist at her throat, whilst Cameron was busy between her legs. Heath supported Gera on Aislen’s chest as the baby cried and nuzzled at Aislen’s milk-heavy breast.

I screamed, my lavender eyes strobing so violently that the overhead lights shattered, raining glass onto my shoulders. "The virus is using the tubes, Gianna!" Vossen shouted back, his hands frantic on the manual overrides. "It’s traveling through the fluid-exchange! It’s trying to infect Julian before the synthesis is complete! If the black blood touches the white blood, they’ll both liquefy in seconds!" I looked at the glass partition. The centrifuge was spinning at a lethal velocity, the clear, golden serum from Julian’s blood beginning to mix with a creeping, oily shadow of black bile flowing back from Nevan’s side.

“Once, maybe. But this one… binds life and death. When I saved you years ago, I sealed the wound you carried with my own blood. I didn’t know it would tether us.” “Tether us?” My stomach dropped. “You mean—” “Yes.” He stepped closer, eyes unreadable. “My life is tied to yours. Your pain becomes mine. Your death becomes mine.” I shook my head slowly, backing away. “That’s impossible. I didn’t ask for this.” “Neither did I.” His tone was flat, but beneath it, something trembled. “The Crimson Bond is ancient magic. When a Pureblood seer and a Darkborn Alpha cross paths in blood, fate takes its own price.”

"There’s no time! The pulse is stopping her heart!" "Hold her against me," I commanded, my voice cracking with tears as I dragged my battered body across the wet grass. I leaned over them, pressing my body into Dominic's massive chest, sandwiching our tiny girl between us. I reached up, my fingers digging into the raw, bleeding lacerations on my own collarbone—the deep claw marks Dominic had left when the virus possessed him. My blood was hot, thick, and humming with the residual void energy he had inadvertently siphoned into me.

“I’m so sorry, but this is going to hurt before it feels better.” With a sharp tug, the knife slides free from his flesh, my hand quickly replacing it as he screams out. Brax and Rhett are by my side in a second, but I don’t pay them any attention, my focus on Kai alone. My hand starts to heat and glow as his blood seeps from the wound, covering me. With each passing day the wrongness of his blood seems more natural, morphing with his wolf in unexpected ways. His screams fill the forest with eerie echoes as his wound knits itself back together, and by the time I’m done, the jagged edge of the dagger doing major damage to his muscles, I’m exhausted.

“Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.” Before she could protest, I brought the blade to her palm and made a shallow cut, just deep enough to draw a thin line of red. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Then, with deliberate care, I pressed our palms together. The moment our blood mingled, a jolt of heat surged between us. It wasn’t like the fire she had conjured earlier, this was older, deeper, almost sentient. It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words.

Not in the mood to face the nurse’s sympathy, I closed my eyes and pretended to be fast asleep. The nurse exited the ward and turned off the lights. In the dark, I checked my phone and saw Anna’s update on social media. “Thunder doesn’t scare me anymore.” Anna, her face flushed, nestled against a werewolf’s broad chest The male’s face was hidden, but I knew it was Joey. Joey put one arm around Anna’s bare shoulders, and on his wrist was my third anniversary gift to him. “A ridiculous pair,” I gritted out. Reality dawned on me.

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.