Bloodborne Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was falling into him. The bond snapped tight and then inverted. His thoughts slammed into mine in a rush of sensation. Memories bled across my vision. Fire. Blood. His parents screaming. Carly laughing in the snow. Lucas standing beside him with a hand on his shoulder. Orders given. Wolves protected. Promises broken. The pathogen surged like a tide, using the bond as a bridge. It did not want to be pulled out. It wanted me.

Ethan cried, clinging to me like I’d vanish if he let go. Outside the window, the gunfire stopped suddenly, as if someone cut the sound off. The sickly purple mist over the snow evaporated. The infected enforcers dropped to their knees, eyes fluttering and blinking fast, the purple glow draining away to amber. Their hallucinations shattered completely, like glass in sunlight. The Coven’s attack was broken. But when Marcus helped me back up, my nose started bleeding—silver-tinged, like a river. The astral projection had pushed my newly-pregnant body to the edge, and it was showing.

The blood of the forensic doctor who examined him in the autopsy room caused the burns to disappear. Kyron looks like he's been sleeping since last night. Meanwhile, Vincent couldn't even close his eyes at all. He kept thinking about what to do now as a new bloodsucking creature. Vincent realizes that he is very different from humans. Most probably, he's no longer human. Vincent sat on the floor, staring at Kyron, sleeping on the bed. He didn't move for a while. Vincent slowly drew closer to Kyron. It was early morning, and usually, Kyron was awake. But the baby didn't move.

He groans in pain then groans in pleasure and begins to carress me but I push his hands away and he whimpers, it's not going to be that easy at all, she lets go after a while and then looks at him, <> He fell to the floor and she gave me back control. I watched him cry out and wreath in pain and begin to sweat like crazy. What did we do to them are they dying? << DON'T WORRY JEWY, OUR BLOOD IS INFUSING ITSELF INTO HIS BLOOD STREAM AND MERGING WITH HIS CELLS, IT WILL MAKE HIM BIGGER AND STRONGER, ALMOST THE SAME AS US. THAT'S WHY IT HURTS SO MUCH, THEY'D BE OKAY SOON ENOUGH >> Kavi's POV

The green shoot at the base suddenly erupted, its vines wrapping around Xander and me, weaving us into the very fabric of the biological ledger. The Final Exchange The White reached us. It didn't hurt. It was a sensation of being unraveled, thread by thread, and then rewoven into something impossible. I saw the billionaire romance, the Spire, the werewolves, and the mud all merge into a single, shimmering point of light. "Find me in the new draft," I whispered, my voice disappearing into the White. "I already have," Xander replied, his voice a ghost in my mind. The world went white, but the story did not end.

Xavier slowly opened the file, his eyes scanning the title: Mission Report - 201 - Blood Crescent - I

Lyra stayed with the babies. “The curse is reacting to new Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It means it’s fighting back. The renewal angered it.” “Can we stop it?” “We can slow it. With blood. With vows. With time.” Kael came home grim. Lyra saw it on his face the second he walked in. “What is it?” “Nothing. Just house stuff.” She didn’t believe him. But she didn’t push. Not with the babies finally asleep.

Not at Cain’s penthouse or the café, but in Samantha’s backyard under fairy lights and wine-fueled laughter. The kids played tag in the grass. Their husbands talked sports around the grill. They smiled. They joked. They wore their masks like couture. “You ever think about what comes next?” Samantha whispered while sipping from her glass. Grace raised an eyebrow. “After Cain?” Ava’s laugh was low and bitter. “There is no *after*. There’s only deeper.” A shadow moved near the side gate. Just the wind—or maybe not. None of them flinched. Because when you live inside a lie long enough, you start to recognize when the wind shifts and smelled like blood

Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it… “White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.” It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it. “The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.” And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind. When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide.