Bloodborne Discoveries Novels & Stories

"They come here to remember. The Sombra is using the building’s old server cooling pipes to circulate 'Memory-Spores.' When a person stands in this room, they aren't just breathing; they’re downloading the history of the building, encoded in the fungal marrow." Avery stopped in the center of the floor, directly under the grand skylight. She looked up at the digital ticker-tape, which was still functioning but no longer displayed stock prices or commodity futures. Instead, it scrolled the names of the "Midnight" survivors who had successfully integrated with the First-Born Frequency, a luminous roll call of the new world.

still burning in my blood. The Hostile Takeover had begun. And the first thing I was going to take over was their soul. As Zora prepares to leave the boardroom for her new penthouse, she receives a private message on her new, high-encryption wrist-comm. It’s not from Dante. It’s not from Jago. It’s an image of a biological scan. The "Void-Hybrid" heir isn't just one child. The scan shows Two distinct heartbeats. Zora is having twins. One glowing gold. One glowing obsidian.

Upon seeing her ran to Miss Morelli, Tau and I found ourselves dropping our weapons. “WHERE did you get this blood sample? Only the descendants of the previous King possess this rare type of blood. This is also the same as prince Terrence’s.” I staggered after hearing the confirmation from Doctor Juno. “General? You don’t look well. Are you okay?” I forced a smile. “I am a little tired, but I am okay. We found that vial among the Hunters’ possession during the attack. One of their Elders was carrying it in his pocket. No one has to know that I came here, Doctor, including His Majesty. He does not have to know this trivial detail.”

But I caught her watching us in the reflection of a hallway mirror, and her expression was pure hatred. Once we were back in the car, Marcus grabbed my arm. "Sarah, we need to call that detective right now." "Why? What did you see?" "There's a wall in the hallway covered with newspaper clippings. All about women who died in accidents. Car crashes, drownings, falls." His voice shook. "And there's a bulletin board with photos pinned to it. Photos of women who look like Emily." "How many photos?" Marcus met my eyes, and I saw fear there. Real, bone-deep terror.

I pull out the torn page from the journal. Marcus leans forward, pointing at the bottom. “There. The last paragraph.” I read it aloud quietly. “Symptoms manifest earliest in children with Silver blood influence. Careful containment necessary. Exposure was unplanned.” I freeze. Marcus whispers, “Exposure.” My throat tightens. “He is saying Maya did not inherit the sickness naturally.” Marcus nods. “They exposed you to something. Something designed.” I whisper, “Maya’s sickness was not an accident.” The room goes quiet.

In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black. "There is a beautiful vulnerability to the human body," the Director said. He sounded entirely conversational, his voice smooth and untroubled over the sound of my ragged, choked breathing. "We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw."

and I stayed silent and waited for him to fall flat on his face , then waited to see if there was another guard who would come out and see if something was wrong and just like that another guard came out and tried to help him but then dropped dead immediately he touched the fallen guard. Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an exti

Toby had done it. The sunset was replaced by a high-resolution scan of the birth certificate I’d found in the safe. Beside it appeared the DNA results Arthur Vance had decrypted—the undeniable proof of our shared bloodline. And then, the final blow: a series of audio recordings Laredo had made in the cabin. “Fear and desire are the same emotion... You’re the sacrifice your mother made for her vanity.” Laredo’s own voice filled the ballroom, cold, clinical, and monstrous. It wasn't the voice of a titan; it was the voice of a predator.

She was a couple of years younger than them but they had all clicked as soon as they met at the hospital's orientation. Lydia was a spitfire. She emanated natural confidence and fearlessness that often drew people to her. Somehow always managing to look like she was about to walk a runway in her scrubs, with gorgeous brown eyes and long dark hair. She was also the main source of information for anything and everything happening. For some reason, unbeknownst to Laurie, she always knew exactly what was going on, being the go-to person for current hospital events. There was also the fact that the woman was a hell of a doctor.

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-”