Bloodborne Dolls Novels & Stories

All of them old, covered in dust. Then I saw something that made my blood freeze. Carlos's things. His leather gloves. A small knife he always carried. How did she get them? I moved deeper into the room. In the far corner, I found something that made me gasp. Dolls. Seven small dolls lined up on a shelf. They looked like real people. Like the guests who had stayed here. One doll had pins stuck all through its body. Another had its head cut off. A third had its arms and legs torn away. The others were damaged in different terrible ways.

I have to know, but I don’t want to know. The phone stops its advance when a small, stuffed babydoll comes into view. It is smeared with blood, and its stuffing is puffed out where slash marks have cut into the delicate, pale pink fabric. A tiny, sweet hand, with chipped glittery pink nail polish, is tucked up under the doll’s arm—but there’s no little girl’s body anywhere in sight.

She came closer and closer… At that critical moment, I summoned all my strength and used the sacred item in my hand to slice open my palm. Her fangs were less than an inch away from piercing my skin, but I suddenly raised my bleeding left hand and grabbed her. The blood from my palm smeared right onto its body. With a faint sizzling sound, the doll let out a silent shriek. Its body convulsed violently. I grinned, gripping its struggling form tightly with my blood-stained hand. "Got you, my dear cousin." A clear trace of terror appeared in the doll's glassy eyes. The next moment, I drove a steel needle that I had prepared in advance right into the top of its head. As soon as the needle pierce

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.

“We have species up here who cannot breed without another male present in the reproduction. They need a woman to already have a developing foetus inside her before they can infest it and create their own child. It’s the method Royce was most likely assuming you were. A Coded baby is one that is grown in a lab to specific requirements and inserted into a Carrier who grows it inside of them before it is taken from them externally. They usually don’t give birth to the experiments though. I would be what you call a Coded species since mine are naturally infertile. I was grown in a lab.” Grown in a lab. Is that where I had started out too before I had made it to my mother? That would explain her

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”