Bloodborne Discoveries の小説・ストーリー

Someone, probably Baron, left a blood bag on my pillow. I usually don’t drink unknown blood, but I’m starving and the painful thirst reminding me that I haven’t fed yet is driving me insane. I tear the bag open and bring it to my nose. Grimacing and shaking my head, I get up and empty the bag in the bathroom sink. I can smell the human disease in the blood – Typhoid. It won’t harm me, but it makes the blood bitter. I pull on a pair of joggers and a sweater and lie on the soft, comfortable bed, listening to the house settle down and gradually go quiet. The only sound is the footsteps of Baron’s patrolling wolves. No doubt, he has a few wolf guards on Simone’s door.

I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back. I never expected it to return in this way. After thinking for a moment, I asked another question. “What about Harriet? “Is she still out there? “Is she okay?” The system seemed to search for the answer. A few moments later, it replied: [Harriet's consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her original will and desires.] [No abduction records.] [No residual trauma memories.] [She now exists as an entirely new individual.] [She has a loving family and relatives who cherish her.]

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!

They saw a book, it looked like books from the early 18s. “What is that?” He asked. “I have no idea” she replied and walked towards the others. She sat down beside them and opened it. “Check this out guys, here’s what we found in the water” she said. They checked it and was amazed. Emma managed to open the book. But it was dried inside. “How is that possible?” One of them asked. “I think it’s a game” “Let’s play it” she said. “No, I don’t think it’s a good idea. We have no idea where it came from. What if it’s a trap” one other girl rebuked.

My father thinks I spend my nights reading. That’s not entirely a lie. Just not books. This room is mine in a way no other room in this house is mine. The rest of the townhouse is my mother's taste — warm and beautiful and expensive, every surface chosen to project exactly the image the Conti family wants projected. My room looks like the inside of my head. Whiteboards on two walls, half of them network maps, the other half cipher keys I've already cracked. A punching bag in the corner worn to gray leather at center mass. Gun cabinet beside the closet — three weapons, combination lock. My father knows about two of them. I find the thread at 3:12 a.m. A routing number. Buried six layers deep,

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

This was wetter and more intimate. "They aren't being controlled by an external signal," Thorne whispered, his voice cracking as he gripped the stone railing. "They’re being... inhabited. The steam shattered the external crystals, but the moisture carried the infection into their pores. The Residue has gone aqueous, Maya. It’s moved from the air into their bloodstream."

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

I often felt like I was working in a superhero’s underground lair. The twelve-foot cryogenic unit had a touchscreen pad within the glass. Its purpose was to keep all the samples below a certain temperature. Vampire blood couldn’t get too warm, or it would combust. That wasn’t a bad thing, but we were trying to find a cure for shifters and humans who had been bitten; we needed one that would work without inflicting harm to the host, but potent enough to kill the virus. I peered through the viewing port, squinting my eyes through the cold vapor, and saw the rotating tubes of green liquid. Immediately, I flicked my gaze to the touchscreen monitor to verify things for myself. As any scientist kn

But they never planned on anyone like me-a person who knew where and how to look for money trails. "Gotcha," I whispered, and finally broke through one more layer of security. My screen was flooding with classified documents: lab reports, experiment logs, and-my blood went cold. Security footage. The first file was a video of the werewolves in their cages, strapped to a table while scientists in biohazard suits collected samples. My gut roiled as I identified at least a few of the missing members of Callum's pack.