Bloodborne Dolls Novels & Stories

Cael, who had looked too much like a dead traitor beneath the wrong light. He had not been able to clear the image since he first saw it through the projection. Apollo stopped at the southern stacks, where the surviving fragments of high Emberborn genealogies were kept under silver chains and warded glass. Most of the shelves were empty. Some had been repaired after the burnings, smoothed over by craftsmen too frightened to ask why the Devil wanted new stone built around old absence. Others still bore the scars of fire. Black veins ran through the rock where heat had once bitten too deep, and in those seams, if he looked long enough, he could almost see reflected flame.

Not yet. Grayson caught the blood in a small crystal vial, then held it up to the torchlight. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the blood began to glow—soft at first, then brighter, pulsing with an inner light that cast strange shadows across the chamber. The room went silent. "Old magic," someone whispered. "Gods above, it's true." "Vale blood carries the ancient gift," Grayson confirmed, stoppping the vial and tucking it away. "Rare beyond measure. Powerful beyond estimation. And entirely *yours* if the price is right."

The blood vow wasn’t just a curse it was a binding promise made in desperation, sealing away a power so destructive that entire kingdoms fell beneath its shadow. Sarah’s eyes scanned the text, her breath catching. “The Hollow isn’t just a monster. It’s a force born from human fear and greed... and it feeds on broken promises.” John looked up sharply. “Then what keeps it imprisoned? Just the vow?” “No,” Sarah said quietly. “It’s the sacrifice. The Bloodborne’s lineage is bound to the heart, their blood the lock and key. But the more the vow is broken or manipulated, the weaker the prison becomes.”

Ghostly eyes opened in their sockets, glowing like embers. Cole’s heart slammed against his ribs. The ghosts of wolves — translucent and shimmering — rose around the altar. Their eyes fixed on him, unblinking. The largest of them stepped forward, its muzzle scarred, its form barely holding shape. “Bennett…” The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. “You carry the sickness of the First Blood. You were never meant to survive her touch.” Cole’s fists clenched. “Tell me where she is!” “She is becoming,” the spirit growled. “And when she wakes, she will unmake everything — even you.”

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

He turned, a sword flashed, a bright crimson stream colored his tunic and vest. Sailor Fird slashed a man over his face; Albin slashed a buccaneer's neck, the man fell to the ground, trying to stop the life fluid. The poodle around him became larger. Albin turned, made a sign with his arms. The blood, change density, rose up and started boiling. It divided itself into two exact copies of the dead sailors. The first blood-sailor slashed a man across the face, its sword flashed. A man held parts of his skin from falling. A buccaneer rushed, the blood-sailor avoided the blow, slashed the man across his groin. The blood-sailor turned, a harpoon pierced his chest. He slowly returned to the bloody

Sam sets the doll upright in front of the car, scratches her chin, then adjusts the posture and position of the fake Shandra, folding her arms about the way the girl was a while ago. The demon extends his hand to her, asking her to come closer. Shandra obeys. "I need some of your blood." "Really? Again?" "Just one drop is enough. Will you allow it?" She nods in the affirmative, looking away next. Sam raises one of his sharp claws and, with care and precise speed, he makes a tiny scratch on the girl's skin. As promised, the coppery-eyed demon uses only a drop of the blood, from which it drips onto the inert doll. A strange glow glistens on the fake corpse, and Shandra is completely surprised

“That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.” Dominic raised a brow. “Off, how?” “She interfered in an execution. Tried to save the target Bianca Leone was supposed to kill. No weapon, no plan… she just reacted. Out of emotion.” Dominic leaned back in his chair. “So, she’s foolish.” “Maybe,” Scorpion said. “Or maybe she’s just… not like them.” Dominic looked up, waiting. “She was in medical school,” Scorpion continued. “Dropped out after her parents died. she wanted to be a doctor.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

I had been trying so hard to keep everyone safe, but it seemed like trouble kept finding us. “Show me the bodies,” I said, standing up from my desk. Jaxon led me to where the bodies were being kept. When I saw them, I could immediately tell this wasn’t the work of a regular animal or even a normal Bloodburn. The wounds were strange, almost like they had been made by claws but not quite. “I think it might be wild animals,” Jaxon said, studying the marks on the victims. “Maybe wolves from another territory.” I shook my head. I knew better than that. These wounds had a different smell to them, a different energy. This was definitely the work of a Bloodborne, but not like any I had fought before