Bloodborne Crossover Novels & Stories

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

“They believed me.” “Good,” I murmured. “Keep their attention entertained. Let the crossmen dance with their shadows.” I leaned forward. “You have been busy.” I watched the way her throat worked as she swallowed. She didn’t speak, but everything in her said more than words could. “The Brotherhood of Cross is doing more than jitter and paranoia,” she said at last. “They are experimenting. The notes I intercepted last night suggest a shift from direct assault to biochemical enhancement. A virus called Virus Meth,its effect is to make walkers feral, to erase reflection.”

Shawn moved fast, checking her pulse, lifting her eyelids, muttering something under his breath as he prepared a set of syringes. “She’s burning up,” he murmured. “Her body’s fighting… something deep.” I stood back, pacing, my fists clenching and unclenching. The silence in the room was deafening. Minutes stretched like hours until he finally looked up. His eyes behind the mask were grim. “CK…” “What?” “She’s infected.” I froze. “What?” He nodded once. “Not only did Romanov inject her with the breeding serum, a biochemical mix of lycan amplifiers, hematoxic binders, and *

Along the way, he put on a long robe, before leaving without forgetting to check the barrier in the room along with the expression of the girl on the bed. Brawen was lying on the bed, on her small body were red ropes wrapped around her body, under the bed was a purple circle with intricate markings. This is one of the temporary sealing barriers of Vampires. The early silver had been completely destroyed by Brawen's power earlier, and the wound had completely healed, leaving only a small scar. But because Brawen's body was still "human", being shocked twice in a row led to Brawen now having a terrible fever.

he asked. Pointing at them, “that in the bottle is holy water and, that wooden cross is the crucifix. Sprinkle holy water on a vampire and it burns. The crucifix keeps it away, just like Hawthorn, Vervain and Roses,” Rebecca explained. Johnson could not keep quiet, “do we need to study the Bible too coz, I think that’s where this is headed,” he queried looking serious and disturbed.

Five months to find out who was behind the killings and disappearance or he would strip the Bloodsworth clan of their title as the Baron. I needed a fucking break. I needed a distraction. I needed her. Saratan. My eyes fluttered close as her scent filled my nostrils, haunting me, taunting me. The sweet blood that flowed through her veins, the spicy fear that tinged on her skin, the musky arousal dripping from her core. I could still feel her in my arms, her warm breath fanning my face as she casted those bewitching eyes on my cock. Damn, my hard-on strained against my slacks.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

As soon as I exited the shower, more coughs sounded in my small washroom. Was I sick? Did Libby infect me? Was that possible? While I wasn’t confident in all my knowledge of werewolves, it had seemed I’d previously been immune to sickness and illness. Even Lucy had said as much two days earlier. But coughing now, my lungs heavy, and snot beginning to run from my nose, I couldn’t imagine what else it could be.

He said pointing at my dress, no need to point fingers I'm not proud of it either. "listen, I get that you're nice and you wanna help but we don't even know who she is, we could get in trouble for taking her with. She was obviously not discharged from the hospital properly, what if she dies in our hands? we don't even know weather what she has is contagious. There are over a million and one risks of taking a stranger to your home." He does have a point, I'm a blood sucking creature. "Yeah I know that but would you rather we leave her here? wha.."