Bloodborne Discoveries Novels & Stories

I did want to give it a shot with Kennedy; we connected and he was likable, but I guess he was too scared of his alpha to take that risk of hanging out with me again. Today, I was to be introduced to the medical and research council officially. I had met some of the members on several occasions, but this was the first time we all got to see each other at the same time. Meanwhile, with the help of Adams and a few others, I had been conducting my research and finally reached a shocking discovery. We had found something in the body of the infected warriors, and today I was going to present our findings to the council.

He then stood up and went out of the room to go get them. He returned with a bottle in his hand, which she guessed contained the blood. He then opened it and began to drink directly from the bottle. She just stood, watching him. After he was done, he grinned at her. "I feel much better." "Satisfied?" "Just a little more will do." "I just discovered another of your weakness. If I can find a way to drain your blood, you will be physically weak." He chuckled. "My little scientist. Your discovery was a lot of help today." He praised. "Thank you for your help."

A shiver creeps through my body, knowing that Jessblue's blood is like no other. I could feed on any Bampire, but it would not have the same effect as Jessblue’s virgin blood. She was born with a rare genetic blood type called SD7. The purity of the blood that runs in her veins is different than the average female Bampires on Bluestoria. It makes me and Cameron feel like drug addicts every time we feed on her. I turn my head to the right and look up to see an unconscious Jessblue, smiling and admiring the work I just performed on her.

In the center of the room sat a massive obsidian reading table, illuminated by a suspended crystal light-globe that glowed with a soft, steady white luminescence. Elena walked into the archive, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sheer volume of scientific history surrounding her. She bypassed the historical texts, her analytical gaze locking onto a specific shelf labeled Pathology & Genetic Lineage: Post-War Era. She pulled a thick, dust-free volume from the shelf, its cover embossed with the royal crest. As she opened it, her fingers brushed across hand-drawn anatomical diagrams of the Lycan respiratory system and detailed chemical analyses of ancient pathogens.

Vann explained and gestured for Sheldon to begin. Sheldon passed a copy of the information to everyone in the room. "This was discovered by a nautical exploration team in the first half of the year." Looking at the information, Stella saw that there were six iron cages in total, many of which were filled with skulls while some still had clothes and teeth. In the last cage, there were three corpses that were considered fresh as they still had muscle tissues intact.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

In just minutes, her whole reality crumbles apart, when she becomes aware she's been living a world imagined by someone else. She's never seen or heard of such a unique blood specimen in her life. It was as clean as the history books say, long before the virus was created or the discovery of L.O.V.E. antibody. How can she have uninfected blood, as her ancestors did, flowing through her arteries? OMG!' She covers her mouth, too stunned and almost flipping over the desk behind her.

On the screen was a magnified strand of something that looked almost like blood, though it was too thick, too dark, and too organized. Simon didn’t look away from the monitor. “This was taken from a tissue sample embedded in the hyoid bone. It was the cleanest extraction we could get since most of Darius’s system burned too fast.” Richard’s voice was flat. “And?” “And it’s not wolf, and it’s not human either.” Simon tapped a few keys, and the image on screen split in two. “It’s showing dormant viral sequences that match known relics from vampire DNA archives, ancient ones, preserved in bloodstone repositories. Almost extinct markers, but still viable and still present.”

"The baby? Henry is six, Joshua. What are you talking about?" I looked at the tablet. I opened a second file. "The rogues didn't just attack the apartment," I said. My hands began to shake again. "They took samples. Bianca wasn't just killing the competition. She was harvesting." Richard stood up. "Harvesting what?" "The True Blood," I said. I scrolled down to a lab report dated three weeks ago. "She wasn't just mimicking the bond, Richard. She was trying to grow a replacement." I turned the tablet toward him.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.