Bloodborne Crossover Novels & Stories

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.

The house didn’t feel like home anymore. The blue torches flickered. The walls were cold. And sometimes, in the corner of her eye, Lyra saw movement. “Did you see that?” she asked Kael. He nodded, sword already in hand. “It’s here.” The curse was inside House Virel. And it wanted the babies. DAY 1 OF THE HUNT The Keepers drew lines. Salt. Blood. Virel sigils. Around the nursery. Around the heart room.

—echoed like a ticking bomb inside my chest. Why turn himself in now? Why after all this time, after everything he’s done? Because he was done being the hunter. He wanted to become the bait. And we were too grief-drunk to realize it. The Chevres. That name has been vibrating like a warning in my skull. Rosetta. Damon. The whole damn bloodline. They’re still out there. Jace pulled the bike to a stop by a cliff that overlooked a black stretch of forest. Stars bled into the open sky. For a second, it felt like we were just...people.

“Virellion Thasra” “Virellion Thasra” “Thalvren Ekosa!” I opened my eyes and with my finest strength, I shouted; Thalvren Ekosa! And then he starts to say them fast in a gentle voice that I couldn't catch. “Fyralis Corven - From shadow to light, I invoke you to let your soul breathe once more.” “Zerithsl Dravenal - your heart beats, your pulse flow!” “Aelthsrjon Miriak - life rekindle, breath restore, eyes shine bright.”

Hidden away, because they told of things too dangerous to speak aloud. I pulled the records for the Bloodborne line. Ivy’s mother’s family. It took time. The records were layered, coded, guarded by symbols that burned when I touched them. But finally, I found it. A scroll sealed in wax with a crimson sun. I broke it. And read. “When the blood of shadow and light converge, the key shall awaken. Bound by love, born of pain, she shall rise from ash to silence the storm. But if taken, if broken, the world shall bleed anew.”

carbon—a material that shouldn't exist in the "Dead-Zone." "This isn't a 'Silo', Dad," Thomas said, his "Independent" curiosity "Indexing" the "Mechanical" seams of the door. "This is a 'Crossover' point. It’s built with 'Sovereign' tech, but the 'Source-Code' on the panel is... different."

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 had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back. I never expected it to return in this way. After thinking for a moment, I asked another question. “What about Harriet? “Is she still out there? “Is she okay?” The system seemed to search for the answer. A few moments later, it replied: [Harriet's consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her original will and desires.] [No abduction records.] [No residual trauma memories.] [She now exists as an entirely new individual.] [She has a loving family and relatives who cherish her.]

“There might be another way.” I turned to her fully then. Her body trembled with exhaustion, but the light inside her was stronger than it had ever been. Her eyes met mine and the bond pulled us together with a force that settled somewhere deep and dangerous. “What way,” I asked. “Kaye, tell me.” She swallowed hard. “Theo said my body reacted to the pathogen. I pulled it out of Beth. I pulled it out of others. My blood fights it.” Theo nodded, still restraining Carly. “Her biology is engineered. Her blood activates against the pathogen on contact. It is not a cure yet, but it reacts.”