Bloodborne Crossover Novels & Stories

There was an hour of silent inside the dark cottage and I thought that I was the only person who's awake but suddenly, Lucia talked to me again. "Lady, I saw what happen back there. Why were they scratching their skins? Even the lady in here has scratches. Do you know what's happening?" I long knew how observant this woman was. So, it's not a surprise anymore that she's going to ask me this. "It's an illness. It happened many years ago. No one managed to find the real cure. It just mysteriously vanish," I was a witness of that horrifying event. I managed to survive because of the herbs I have gathered with me. It's not really a cure. But more likely to be a repellant on this evil disease.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

Grey is usually a dull colour that helps you blend in and in most cases that’s what it does. but for some reason she stood out which was the opposite of the desired effect. A small wind blew, and her hoodie flew away revealing a tattoo on her neck. The tattoo that was embedded in my mind and often would give me nightmares. It was one unlike any other, unique, and scary at the same time. It was the blood mark curse, the girl turned around and her eyes landed on me, those green eyes and blonde hair. It’s her, its Scarlet. she looked at me for a moment and I could tell that she recognised me from our very brief encounter.

The house didn’t feel like mine anymore once the gunfire stopped. Declan’s men moved through the estate with brisk, practiced efficiency, zip-tying the guards who were still breathing, calling for a cleanup crew, sweeping every room for anything the Ghost might have left behind. I stood in the middle of the foyer, blood — not mine — drying on my knuckles, and tried to remember how to breathe like a person who hadn’t just watched her home turned into a battlefield. “Sera.” Declan’s hand found my shoulder, gentler than it had any right to be given the last ten minutes. “You’re not hurt?”

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

Bright red, staining his palm and fingers. For an instant, he just stared at his own hand, the blood shining under the corridor lights. Another cough. More blood. Little, but blood. “The bond.” The Lycan growled, not out of anger, but out of understanding. “It’s trying to sustain both. What hits her is crossing over.”

She survived and endured a lot, most of which I know she has not told me, but the things she has, are bad enough. I let her see me in the yard, so she knows I haven’t abandoned her, and that I kept my promise, but I don’t follow her inside the clinic where the healer waits to examine her. I can’t help but eavesdrop, though I know I shouldn’t, I should respect her privacy. But at the same time, I need to know what all that savage mother fucker did to her. She’ll likely be more open to the female healer and in the presence of Luna Tawny who stays with my mate through it. I wait with my fists clenched outside as the healer asks her those most sensitive questions. I nearly lose my tenuous compos

and I stayed silent and waited for him to fall flat on his face , then waited to see if there was another guard who would come out and see if something was wrong and just like that another guard came out and tried to help him but then dropped dead immediately he touched the fallen guard. Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an exti

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

Advanced Sanguimancy. The mirror-sheen surface of the basin violently rippled. Six long, liquid tendrils of dark blood rose from the pool, hovering in the air like coiling vipers before rushing toward Carmilla. They didn't strike to wound; they wrapped around Carmilla’s wrists, her throat, and her temple, their cool, liquid mass sinking straight through her porcelain skin, embedding themselves directly into her immortal bloodstream. Carmilla’s system suffered an instantaneous, blinding shock.