Bloodborne Crossover Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

—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.”

“Where is Sabrina Sobol? I know you took her, Yana told us everything.” Timo grinned and his teeth were stained red with his own blood. “She sure was a screamer, that one.” Lev was now glad that he’d left Nikita at the compound to watch Hunter because this motherfucker in front of him would’ve already been dead. Gage walked past Lev with a blowtorch in his hands and lit it up. “Did you know that the penis is basically muscle and cartilage? The soft skin of your balls will actually shrivel as they burn. This flame is so hot that it might take a minute or two for the pain to register, but once it does, Hudson over there is going to need a fucking towel with the way his dick is going to leak pr