Bloodborne Dolls Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FIVE. The sounds of the chains echoed through the passages as the werewolves' prisoners were pushed out to the backyard where the annual ceremony would take place. Each year, on the day before the full moon, a ceremony would take place where the werewolves captured were experimented on by Dr. Matt. His experiment usually last till the full moon was over. Dr. Matt sat patiently, watching as the soldiers pushed all the werewolves out. *** Mrs. Sparks and Caroline sat in Sparks' living room gossiping and giggling. Mrs. Sparks stole surreptitious glances around to convince herself that no one was around. "I have filed for divorce," She whispered. "I hope I'm doing the right thing."

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.

he said and batted his eyelashes at me. “Even better, give them to Hudson,” I said. Wilder gasped. “I’ll never share with my Dad. That’s just … weird.” “What’s weird is that you’re even talking about keeping them,” Carter said. He started gathering the condoms with a smile on his face. “Don’t say that so loud, they have feelings,” Wilder hissed. Marcus stuck his knife in the dolls’ ass and laughed as she deflated. “Problem solved.” “You fucking sicko!” Wilder yelled. “She had dreams!”

“Such a clever little faery. Now I see what she’s done with her magic. Imagine, giving it to you to protect. Only she’s helpless as a newborn without it, isn’t she?” I can’t help myself—when Cordelion glances down at Darby, I do too. Her clothes are torn and filthy, covered in the black sooty dust that comes from mining this stone. Across her abdomen, there’s a wide streak of blood dried into her shirt. Her hands and forearms are covered in thin, curved burns—from metal of some sort—and none of them healing. But the worst is her neck and across her chest. She’s covered in deep vampire punctures and her own dried blood, her normally rosy complexion now ghostly white. “She still lives, Alpha.

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

Red Building The atmosphere inside the Red Building was completely different. A faint haze of smoke lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of expensive cologne. The room carried an energy that felt both indulgent and dangerous The strong scents of smoke and sex filled the room and it's coming from no other person than Noah who sat lazily on one of the long leather chairs, his posture relaxed but his presence intense. His eyes were slightly red, as he watch their personal bitch 'bianca' naked on her knees as she sucks and takes Rolex c0ck into her mouth.

I growl out. "Both alive," he says grabbing an attacker by the throat. "Holding out," he adds, snapping the neck of the intruder. "Does Cyre have any idea, what these are?" I ask again, referring to the bone fighters. Darren nods. "She calls them Hallowborns. Dead soldiers. They can't be killed unless Sharona is." He adds, stating the obvious. "We've experienced a lot of casualties, Darren." My body scream with every movement, lungs burning, the stench of blood clogging my nose.The storm above cracks like the sky is tearing apart. Rain lashes down, heavily, hissing against the bodies piling up around us.

Grey is usually a dull colour that helps you blend in and in most cases that’s what it does. but for some reason she stood out which was the opposite of the desired effect. A small wind blew, and her hoodie flew away revealing a tattoo on her neck. The tattoo that was embedded in my mind and often would give me nightmares. It was one unlike any other, unique, and scary at the same time. It was the blood mark curse, the girl turned around and her eyes landed on me, those green eyes and blonde hair. It’s her, its Scarlet. she looked at me for a moment and I could tell that she recognised me from our very brief encounter.

She nodded because that was the only thing she could manage to do. Belladonna could still feel the sting in her hand from where the blade had cut her palm but it was no longer bleeding. It took her some moments to recollect herself, and when she finally did, there was a strange creature in front of her made of small red glowing lights tattered to each other in darkness; it was the shape of a giant man. Then it was gone, collected into a small bottle by Dogori. With her father touching her hair and looking amused about the glow it lacked, he explained to her that the army of the undead would multiply on the battlefield into a hundred, but for now, they would remain in the bottle and wouldn't

They didn’t scream when their flesh sizzled. “They’re called Hollowborn,” Damon said beside me, voice cold. “Made from dark rites. Blood and bones of traitors. Controlled by soulbinds.” I turned to him. “You’ve seen them before?” He nodded once. “When I was a slave in Dagonhold. They don’t bleed like us. And they don’t stop unless you sever the spine.” “Then we aim for the neck,” I growled. “We won’t let these bastards through the gates.”