Bloodborne Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Darkness kept crouching in on my vision from the corners, as air refused to settle in my lungs. Shit! I was going to pass out… “Get her back inside!” Joey suddenly growled and shifted into his huge brown wolf. I reeled back, a silent scream stuck in my throat. Instantly, I was taken back to that day. Screams rang in my ear, as I watched my mother being torn apart. Blood splashed on my body--- I could feel it! It was on me! My mother’s blood was all over me. Running down my face and soaking through my clothes. Looking down I saw my hands were soaked in blood.

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity:

Here are my little mate sequences and their blur: 1. Bound by Blood and Love Blur - : In a world where the supernatural and humans coexist, "Bound by Blood and Love" follows Victoria, haunted by her past, as she discovers her daughter Alisha is fated to be with a powerful vampire, Ryan. Duty separates them, but as their destinies intertwine, Victoria must reconcile her protective instincts with cosmic forces. Battles between supernatural factions loom, testing their love and resolve. As tensions rise and alliances form, Victoria faces a pivotal decision, leading to a climactic showdown. This tale of love, duty, and sacrifice explores the enduring power of family and fate in a captivating wor

I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else, as the faintest glimmer of hope sparked within me. As the transfusion began, I watched her lifeblood interchange with mine, a cerulean ribbon of my Alpha lineage seeping into her veins. I squeezed her hand more tightly, anchoring her to this world. The doctors worked around us, silent in their grim determination. The scent of antiseptic was strong, but beneath it, the coppery tang of blood lingered, a constant reminder of the war raging outside our sanctuary. My gaze remained fixed on Bethany,

I nod, “I’m the only one breathing.” “Cat,” Tamara calls, covering one ear to tune down the loud music, “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You look exhausted. Tell us the truth.” Yumeko passes me a glass of wine, and I gladly take it, “I’ve been telling you the truth.” I pause, leaning closer to them, “I keep telling you, I got involved with a vampire and a werewolf. I’m talking about the outlaws, LH and AH, Professor Matteo and Rook the bully… they are not humans.”

She’s already shared a moment with Beau that I have endlessly dreamed about having with Caius. This isn’t the kind of support she needs right now, though. So instead I join her on the floor, leaning against the mattress while our shoulders gently touch. A single, thin strip of lights hangs along the ceiling. It’s prominent yet elegant, a perfect parallel to the immortal who owns it. “I should have been able to push him away,” Rebecca says darkly. “All I agreed to was giving my blood.” “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Rebecca.” “It’s like I couldn’t think,” she whispers and her voice becomes distant. “One minute the body of my former best friend was approaching me, and the next minute I was wh

Blood kept welling up between my fingers anyway. My own back had taken a few rounds. The silver was lodged against bone, and the pain left me barely able to hold on. But I didn't dare let go. "Adrian. Stay awake." I looked down at him, my voice shaking hard. "The doctor's almost here." "Just hold on." He lay in my arms, his face a terrible shade of white. Vampires were never warm to begin with. But in that moment, I could feel him going cold, inch by inch.

I had watched him kill traitors and humans with a single slap, snapping their necks like twigs. Veyron leaned in. I met his eyes, and his frown deepened. "Close your eyes." I obeyed, shutting them tight, surrendering to the darkness. His lips met mine. The kiss was soft at first, then came his tongue and something metallic that tasted of vanilla and copper. I knew it instantly. Veyron's blood. He never bled unless he chose to. His blood was currency in our pack, harvested by scientists for healing syrups and pills that cured everything from infections to cancer. Taken directly, it granted rapid healing, surging energy, vitality that made the recipient feel reborn.

I place my arm up against her parted lips, forcing my blood to drip into her mouth, but even a few minutes later, when my head feels fuzzy from blood loss I notice that her eyes are still glazed over and lifeless as before. My wound starts to heal, so I bite again and place the open wound against her lips, over and over when the blood clots the up and my skin heals over. I'm not letting you die, Aria. Never. My hands tremble as I grip her close to me, my clothes sticking to me because of how drenched it was in her blood. I kiss her bloodied face, my tears mixing with the red liquid smothered over her cheeks. Suddenly Zacchary and Jayden appear at the entrance to the door, their eyes and mout

And something older. "That's... blood-mirror binding," I murmured, reaching out and tracing a half-charred glyph with two fingers. Cerberus nodded, grim. "And not his blood." I froze. "...Mine?" I asked, already dreading the answer. His pause was brief but sharp. "No," he said slowly. "Yours and his. Mixed. Bound. Altered." The vial gleamed in the firelight, a single drop clinging to the glass like memory too stubborn to die.