Bloodborne Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

All I heard was bones being broken and Summer screaming in pain, then all hell broke loose. Obviously pissed, Summer began to shift. I could feel the magic of the shift rippling through her body, She managed to grabbed Mina arm and dug her nails into her wrist; Mina cursed at the sudden pain. Just like with Ji'lahni and the rogue wolf, as soon as Mina's blood made contact with Summer’s hand, it immediately started to burn her. She yelled out in pain, and I took the opportunity to lift her up and out of the hospital away from my mate and her cousins. I was now more confused than ever, because it wasn't just Ji'lahni's blood it was one or both of her cousin's.

Would you like to try on your own this time? Her eyes widen, and she shifts anxiously, but she nods eagerly enough after a brief moment of consideration. She turns her back on the rest of the club, hiding her face as she carefully nips open her index finger. A bead of dark blood wells at the swell of her fingertip, and she presses it to the white expanse of her sclera. The crimson spreads rapidly, fading to scarlet, then pink, before disappearing altogether. She repeats the process to her other eye, then stares into the distance for a moment. ‘Call to the power within your blood,’ Canus reminds her.

She could feel the rush, the illicit action heightened her experience, as their eyes never left each other. The intimacy of this struck them both deeply, even as she felt a part of him settle inside her very being. It only lasted a minute before he pulled back from her and she reluctantly let go. He used his own tongue to lick the wound she left closed. “Now, we’ll give that a few minutes to take effect and then we’ll continue on our way.” Ana felt different. She’d never fed from another vampire before. She felt different, changed even. It made her feel closer to him, like he was part of her now. Ana wondered if this was what was missing from her relationship with her mother. But that failur

A pain that had intensified her pleasure. But more than that, she still couldn't believe that a vampire… a f*cking vampire had drunk her blood last night! The bedroom door opened and Atreus walked inside holding a tray. Layla sat forward, pulling the sheets up to her chest as he walked toward her. Layla still couldn't believe the difference in the pallor of his skin and the brightness of his eyes. "Good morning," he said softly. "How did you sleep?" Layla considered telling him about the dream with his murderous doppelganger but decided against it.

"But if I turn her without consent..." My heartbeat stutters, each pulse growing weaker. Dark spots dance at the edges of my vision. I want to tell him it's okay, that I understand now—too late—that the blonde was his sister. That my fears and James's betrayal had poisoned everything good between us. But my lips won't move. "Forgive me," Callum breathes against my skin. Sharp fangs pierce my neck. Fire erupts through my veins, and I arch off the wet pavement with a silent scream. Our bond flares to blinding intensity as his virus enters my bloodstream. Every cell in my body feels like it's being torn apart and reconstructed.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

It shrieked, thinning. Mamá crawled forward, her blood mixing with ours. “Take me!” Her lies, her cancer, Javier’s death, poured in. The vein cracked. Lila pressed her scarred hand to Marco’s, Etienne’s face flashing. “Take me!” Her choice, her guilt, her life. The vein shattered. Marco’s eyes snapped open, brown again, human. “Together,” he whispered. We pulled. Our blood, our love, our truth; Kane and Vasquez, soldier and brother—poured into the vein. It screamed, a sound of collapsing worlds, and dissolved, ash swirling upward, forming a single red petal.