Bloodborne Discoveries Novels & Stories

Inside the box was a large glass jar filled with a glowing blue liquid and thick strands of dark gray hair. Next to it sat three silver tubes packed with frozen blood samples. This was the raw genetic material.. that Janet and Dexter had stolen from probably a family line to run their experiments. They could act as antidotes to the hydra virus that threatened the humans on the other side of town. I let out a sigh of relief, my chest loosening up as I reached down and lifted the heavy container of blood samples into my arms. I pulled it tight against my chest, making sure it wouldn't drop.

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

Nothing more. "Then why did you use a cloth to handle them? Standard procedure is direct contact—we're vampires, we don't need gloves. But you used a cloth. Like you were avoiding leaving fingerprints. Or avoiding touching poison residue." "Circumstantial," Cassius said. "Easily explained—""And there's this." Elara showed another image. "The poison bottle, found in your estate's ruins after the fire. Partially melted but intact enough to test. It contained the same poison used on Prince Lucien. Same formula as the grandmother's spell book you mentioned. Which raises a question—how did you get a copy of a dead witch's private journals?"

°°°°°°°°°°°°She was the ethical soul , she never ever endeavor to be in love with someone but she fell in love there ,where it was forbidden, with the forbidden Being , a vampire. He was in search of pure blood but least did he know that the taste would be so heavenly that he couldn't stand it. He wanted to taste her . Her scent was igniting his desires.

An elderly technician opened a cryo-safe labeled PROJECT V: EMBRYO SERIES in a dimly lit archive beneath Geneva. There were six vials inside. Five shattered pieces. One was glowing. Labeled: "Vale— V3." V3 AVA We were learning how to breathe again. Liam laughed louder. Dominic began sleeping through the night. Hope took her first steps on the porch of the vineyard house. For the first time in ages, it felt like we could truly keep the peace. However, tranquility does not remain where monsters leave tracks. And Camille's footprint? It was genetic. Julian called just after midnight, his voice trembling. "I need you both alert," he explained. "We have found something." Damian was already partly

The moment my finger brushed the center of the spiral, my ribs flared with heat. The mark beneath my skin responded—fast and bright. Not burning. Calling. It knows this place. I tore my hand back. The spiral faded to a whisper under my ribs, but it didn’t vanish. Just waited. Like it wanted to be touched again. The ground around the hearth was littered with bones. Small. Birds, maybe. A wolf tooth half-buried in ash. Charred twigs arranged like ribs. Something had died here. Something had been brought here to die.

"My blood is becoming lethal. In four weeks, I'm going to be too dangerous to be near. And there's no antidote. There's no solution. There's just....a countdown I can't stop." Edmund was quiet for a long moment. Then he set down the brush he'd been using and turned to face her fully. "Come with me," he said. "Let me show you something." *** Edmund led her down a narrow corridor. Deeper into the earth. To a room she didn't know existed. The walls were lined with books. Ancient books. Handwritten journals. Maps. Artifacts. "The Howlington archives," Edmund said. "Everything we've documented over two hundred years. Every curse. Every challenge. Every impossible situation."

I made that rule myself, so I must suck up its flaws. “But,” another of my men, Bernard, who’s standing beside Roger, speaks. “I remembered there were some weird things going on with the two corpses.” That lessens my fury a little and zooms my curiosity. I say, “Let me hear it.” Bernard nods, then swallows, before continuing, “The blood splattered on the corpses and the junkshop’s floor was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. Though it didn’t cause us any damage, it caused us some delays. We had a hard time carrying and transporting the corpses because of their blood. Not only was it hot, but it wasn’t clotting either. It was still liquid and runny and slimy even after several hours of the gu

Cassie asked frantically. Matthew checked the digital log on the drawer’s keypad. STATUS: TRANSFERRED. AUTHORIZATION: CDC - SPECIAL PATHOGENS UNIT. TIME: 4:00 PM TODAY. "The CDC?" Matthew frowned. "Why would the Center for Disease Control take a burn victim?" "Because of the mutation, especially that Cane is a wolf pumped with drugs," Cassie realized, her blood running cold. "The coroner must have seen something. The cells weren't dying. They flagged it as a biohazard."

“Yes, I have it with me and I'm heading straight to the hospital. I need you to get it cultured for twenty-four hours; I'll be back in my seat the next day, waiting for the results of the blood test.” “Alright, Sir.” Just as he was about to hang up, another call came in. This one sounded like a female voice. A terrified female voice. “Calm down nurse, what's the problem?” It took a while after she managed to even breathe, “It's Kimberly; we tried everything we could, Gibson. The leukemias already contaminated her white blood cell for a long time and it had weakened her whole body to fight the cancer off. She's dead.”