Bloodborne Crossover Novels & Stories

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

The air smelled like ozone and forgotten promises. “Welcome,” Mira said, “to the birthplace of the Genesis Files.” Ophelia stepped forward, reading the worn-out labels on the cryo-pods lining the walls. “Genesis?” she whispered. Mira nodded. “The first-generation Bloodborns.” Carl walked toward one of the broken tubes. The tag was so faded he could barely make out the first name: Maddox. “No first name,” he murmured. “But the surname…” “It was your origin lab,” Mira said. “Carl, you weren’t born. You were engineered.”

I opened the box to find —fifty tiny vials of blood. Before Cristina left to take Guy back to earth, she took some of his blood and stored It In a hidden location on the ship. She knew that one day we may need It If we ever had to leave the planet or in the event of an emergency. Us Bampires on earth needs the blood of a human to survive. If we do not have blood, we will instantly die. It's the only way for our body to modify Itself for us to adapt to earth’s surroundings. It will also change our color of skin. We will no longer look blue. Instead, we will look like a human but with paler skin tones. When Cristina hid this, she did not let anyone know about this except me. The only one she k

I had been trying so hard to keep everyone safe, but it seemed like trouble kept finding us. “Show me the bodies,” I said, standing up from my desk. Jaxon led me to where the bodies were being kept. When I saw them, I could immediately tell this wasn’t the work of a regular animal or even a normal Bloodburn. The wounds were strange, almost like they had been made by claws but not quite. “I think it might be wild animals,” Jaxon said, studying the marks on the victims. “Maybe wolves from another territory.” I shook my head. I knew better than that. These wounds had a different smell to them, a different energy. This was definitely the work of a Bloodborne, but not like any I had fought before

The stung worsened as I was about to swirl to face the fucking asshole. “Uh-uh. This syringe contains blood infected with the virus.” “Is it Zypher’s blood?” My body suddenly stiffened, and my urge to swing around and slash his throat was raging inside me as I heard the hum of an engine approaching. “Yes, and there’s no cure or vaccine, yet. One more move, it hits your bloodstream, and you’ll develop a high fever. You will bleed from nose, mouth, ears, eyes, and even from your fucking asshole. You also bleed internally, and delirium comes next, then you’re dead. Bye-bye world.”

She *recognized* the intent before it formed. Not attack. Offering. A thin line opened across Kali’s palm. Gold did not spill from it. Something darker. Something deeper. Not divine ichor. Not vampire blood. Something *older than both.* “Take it,” Kali said. The words were not a suggestion. Celeste’s HUD flickered violently. > **UNKNOWN BLOODLINE DETECTED** > **CLASSIFICATION: ???** > **COMPATIBILITY: CONDITIONAL** > **WARNING: IRREVERSIBLE INTEGRATION POSSIBLE**

Malice revealed. My head swam as I felt my stomach drop. “This is due to the fact that I created a biological weapon with your DNA on it and it activates immediately you come in contact with it. It is a black fluid from corpse of a bond ruptured werewolf. I do not need to touch to pass it on to you, father, all I have to be is close to you.” Malice coldly and evenly revealed. “One last thing,” he continued. “There is no cure.”

It was a long, pale parasite, its body thin as a needle, its head covered in dozens of tiny, black cilia that pulsed with a horrific life. "This is the Cerebral Thread," the elder whispered, his eyes gleaming beneath his hood. "It shall be the instrument of our will and it will live within the marrow of your spine.” He hissed and I could feel the air on my skin stand straight with horror. “This parasite will grant you the heightened senses of the True Bloods, the speed of a shadow, and the endurance to survive any blade. But it belongs to us." The elder leaned over me, pressing the open end of the vial directly into the bleeding opening of my thigh wound.

I blinked, confused, but stood up from my chair and walked over to his side of the table. "The bond's mindlink is completely different from this one we are creating," Quinn explained in a low, even voice. "Think of this like... a group chat space, if you will." I nodded, picking up the knife from the table. A small part of my brain screamed that it was very unsanitary to cut myself with a blade that many other men had just used, but I knew that was just human thinking from the books I had read in the library growing up. Humans were obsessed with avoiding germs and infections. For werewolves, with our aggressive immune systems and rapid healing, common bloodborne sickness was pretty much a fo

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h