Bloodborne Dolls Novels & Stories

She asked, looked towards the corpse. I understood; she was not a human anymore. She became like me. She is a bloodsucker like me or maybe a dangerous one. As I saw, her body was completely healed when she sucked the blood, and now her eyes were back to violet colors, and there were no dark circles. As the baby sucked every bit of her blood from her womb, she got it back after her feed. She looked refreshed but tensed. "Calm down," I showed my hand as she looked, scared.

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

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

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