Romans & histoires Bloodborne Crossover

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

"Sophia? Sophia! What were you gonna say? You totally zoned out!" Jack's voice yanked me back. He'd just pulled up in front of Moonshade Medical Center, frowning. And that's when it hit me— I'd been reborn. In my last life, the second he dropped me off, I told him: Alice had Corrosion Sickness. This is the AIDS virus of our werewolf kind. Passed through blood, intimate relations, or from mother to pup. Shreds your immune system. Eats your wolf alive. No cure. No healing. Just a slow, brutal countdown to death.

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 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

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO. "In this paper bag." Trainor dropped a sealed paper bag on Inspector Desmond"s table. "You will see a gun that belongs to Dr. Matt, legally licenced. I found the DNA of the last werewolf he murdered on it." "How can you tell it's a werewolf's DNA?" Desmond questioned. "The new team of doctors I am working with confirmed it, their DNA is different from human's." "So you are saying Matt has been discreetly killing all the werewolves in his care, for years now?" Desmond asked.