Bloodborne Discoveries Novels & Stories

Harper walked over to her. Catherine took Harper’s hand. She traced the lines of her palm. "Arthur Sterling found the virus in 1985. In a drilling core in the Arctic. That's what the official records say, right?" "Yes," Sebastian nodded. "Ancient bacteria trapped in the permafrost." "Lies," Catherine shook her head. "The virus didn't come from the ice. It came from a Tomb." "The Sterling family... they are not inventors. They are Keepers."

Julian: “We’ve got a problem. Something crossed the ward lines while you were gone. Old blood. Older than the crown.” He hands me a shard of black glass etched with a symbol I’ve never seen: a broken circle split by seven slashes. The bloodstone on my forehead flares painfully. Crown HUD (voice suddenly sharp): ALERT – Unknown Bloodline Signature Detected Threat Level: Crimson Location: Central Hot Springs National Park, 9 km NE Signature Match: “The Severed Circle” – Extinct (?) Status: Active after 400 years silence Remy’s hand finds mine instantly. Remy (low, deadly):

Sani noticed and told me there was an uprising at one time and many were saved. I uncovered a microscope, and syringe and drew a sample of my blood to examine. My mind was spinning at all the insanity being brought into it. First off cryptids were real, secondly, I might be becoming one. I gritted my teeth as I anchored the glass slide and adjusted the magnification on the microscope. My one-peering eye grew larger and I made a surprised sound. I hadn't even seen this special blood they were all after but as I looked down at the oddly golden shimmer on the blood cells slowly converting the normal ones next to it I huffed. The cycle continued as I was viewing it but I realized that it was a v

Even Sarah lowers her gun by an inch before she catches herself and lifts it again. Around the chamber wall, in shallow niches, hang old failures in clear cylinders. Burned tissue. Bone slivers. A collapsed embryo no bigger than my thumb, tagged and dated and lit with the same devoted care as a saint’s finger bone. And inside the vessel, glowing, alive, is blood. Silver blood. The source. The sample that was stolen from a burning house on the surface a world ago, the thing the whole war has been fought over, enshrined here at the bottom of the sea in the heart of the city it built, lit like a relic, tended like a god.

Her things belonged in her home that she shared with me and my father, not here. I fill the first box and move onto the bottom drawers. I push through the collection of silk scarves my mother loved and feel something hard at the back. Pushing the scarves aside, my hands pulls a box towards me and a jolt of electricity shoots up my hands. I pull back quickly gasping from the shock. "What happened, are you ok?" Hunter fusses over me. "This box" I say moving my hands towards it again. I brace myself for another shock but nothing happens. Instead I can feel a thrumming of energy radiate in my hands. I pull the box out, examining it.

I was given one more chance. I was reborn to the day the victims' family first came to our house. As I stood outside the airport, I heard the cab drivers calling for fares. The noise buzzed around my head, and a fierce excitement rose inside me. I held my phone, waiting for Maeve's call. Sure enough, she called three seconds later. "Lydia! What do I do? Someone scraped my car while it was parked!" In my last life, she had said the same thing.

Horrified as I was, my mouth fell open when I saw how I was able to stand in the fire-which means, my feet were literally stepping on the fire! And it wasn't just that. There's something glowing in me. My wrist. What's more peculiar is that, the light is coming from a birthmark I've never seen before. In my seventeen years of existence, there's nothing in my body I didn't discover yet. So why do I have this strange birthmark all of a sudden? And why am I still alive until now? Look at yourself, Ophelia. You're still alive because fire isn't your enemy. In fact, it's the other way around.

This was what she had come for, the reason she had braved the dangerous climb and the unsettling legends surrounding this forsaken place. A small bead of blood quickly formed. Caught up in the joy of finally possessing the relic, Riana hardly noticed the sting. Her eyes were drawn to the intricate silver-work, and she appreciated the satisfying weight of the box in her hand. Riana was so focused on the success of her venture, with adrenaline still coursing through her veins, that she didn’t notice the almost imperceptible twitch of the seemingly lifeless man lying beside her. A single drop of her blood had fallen silently during her bonding session with her relic. The blood falling onto the

That memory haunted him and it always would. A lot of shit haunted Gage. Dead bodies didn’t bother him anymore since the first one he saw had been his mother’s. One day she’d been reading him a story and tucking him into bed after Hunter had already gone to sleep and the next day she was in her bathtub, bleeding out as he watched her. ** “Gage … I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Gage stood next to the bathtub and stroked her hair. The blood ran down her arms and mingled with the water. Her nightdress was soaked through and her breathing was shallow. Gage looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead softly.

The trees sounded to lean inward, their branches rustling though there was no wind. Heat radiated from her triumphs. Her modes glowed noiselessly beneath her skin. Her vision stoned further until she could see every severance on Caleb's affrighted face. A second heartbeat boomed inside her. Not mortal. Not Ash. Something old. Something connected to the birth she had spent her whole life not knowing about. The bullet floated for a moment longer, then rattled to the ground. Clara heaved. Caleb stumbled back. "Silverblood," he breathed. "It's awakening. She's —"