Bloodborne Crossover Novels & Stories

The doubt on my face was evident as she gave a short laugh. “Yes. Let me explain,” I give her a nod, and she begins her proposal. “When we turn, everything heals and then stops aging. There are eggs still in the ovaries, but no communication between the organs to tell them to fertilize during intercourse. Hence, no menstruation. Introducing hormones could break the biochemical stasis. I have been testing the other Crimsonborn blood. For those that haven’t turned, it seems their blood has unusual levels of B1ND hormone. Higher than anything I’ve seen-”

I kept moving, scanning the tables and rows of equipment until my eyes fell on a particularly familiar folder. It was the Blood Moon file. The very one I’d stolen from Dominic’s study and handed over to Varen. The pages were open and yellow sticky notes scribbled with Varen’s messy handwriting littered the margins. I skimmed through the pages, my eyes darting from line to line. “The raid on my mother’s village…” “The moment Alissa cursed Gregory Bloodhound…” From what I could gather, that bubbling black serum was the key to making Varen immortal. But he was missing something. An ancient magic that he needed to perfect his little experiment.

It was an invitation to expand our understanding of what was possible. Even before the phenomenon of human awakening became widespread, we had already begun observing remarkable changes in children born to mixed human-supernatural couples. These hybrid offspring weren't just combining traits from their parents; they were developing entirely new abilities that neither lineage had ever possessed. A child born to a vampire father and human mother who could walk freely in sunlight while retaining the ability to taste memories in blood. A five-year-old girl whose seer mother and human engineer father had somehow produced a daughter who spoke every known language fluently, including several that e

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

Mirrors pushed themselves out of invisible walls, tall and narrow and warped, reflecting us and not‑us in stuttering loops. Grave pages drifted down from the ceiling like black‑edged snow, only to vanish an inch above our heads, leaving behind a whisper that sounded suspiciously like the Graveyard’s unfinished chorus. The Core was splicing its own worlds together. Panic flared hot in my chest. “It’s fusing them,” Corvin said, voice low. “Pulling hazards from every round, layering them. No exits. No objectives but survive.” The Admin confirmed it a second later.

However, as my adoptive father said, that was not the important thing. “You have the blood incarnation of god, Bara. You have a holy blood. All immortal beings want that blood. We do our best to make you live as a normal human being by limiting your movements, so that you and the enemies out there do not realize who you are. If not, your life is at stake.” Which almost explains the treatment of my adoptive parents all this time to me. I am not a vampire, not a wolf-shifter. I am both. _______________