Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Dolls

As she finished I let go of my nose and called out to her. “Nena,I told you to be careful with sharp things.” Unlike others, Nena’s blood is quite rare. It gives off a very sweet smell that can make a vampire lose his senses. Good thing I can control myself very well. She looked back at me, “Ah! Sorry… The cutter slipped out of my hand when I was trying to cut the sticks… But I put the band-aid on immediately!” I walked to her and crouched, “Good work.” I softly patted her head, “Be careful next time.”

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

Instead, the pale outer layer split wide open, revealing weighted ballistic resin and synthetic wax underneath. They aren't human corpses. They are masterfully crafted, meticulously weighted decoy dolls designed to mimic the exact distribution of children's bodies in the dark. Her children were never at the mill when the slaughter happened. They were never slaughtered.They were alive. Gasping for air, my world completely spinning, I fled the morgue facility. The cold air of the vault faded as I raced back through the hidden corridors to the Kitonio mansion, my vision blurring with a mixture of blinding fury and absolute, desperate hope.

Advanced Sanguimancy. The mirror-sheen surface of the basin violently rippled. Six long, liquid tendrils of dark blood rose from the pool, hovering in the air like coiling vipers before rushing toward Carmilla. They didn't strike to wound; they wrapped around Carmilla’s wrists, her throat, and her temple, their cool, liquid mass sinking straight through her porcelain skin, embedding themselves directly into her immortal bloodstream. Carmilla’s system suffered an instantaneous, blinding shock.

The sharp scent of disinfectant burned my nose, and the thin blanket draped over me does nothing to steady the trembling in my hands. I heard him before I saw him. Heavy steps. A controlled storm. Dante pushed through the curtain with a force that made it sway. His suit jacket was gone, and his shirt was smeared with dust and dried blood along the collarbone. A deeper cut sliced across his cheek, still fresh, still angry-looking.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

He asked, "How does it work?" "Blood activation. Like I've said a million times, anything that works with blood is an artifact—you can absorb it into your body. As for what it does—it's for saving your life, of course." Felix's smile widened at the mention of life-saving capabilities. Billy explained, "If your life's in danger, the paper doll will activate on its own. It'll grow to your size and release a soul-disturbing wave, tricking your enemies into thinking it's you."

Blood smeared the floor beneath her boots. The moment her blood touched the glowing symbols, the chamber reacted. The red lines flared brighter. The constructs hesitated. Bella froze, chest heaving. “What did I” The pressure inside her snapped tight, then shifted. Not violently. Deliberately. The constructs backed away. Slowly. Uneasily. Bella straightened, heart pounding. She looked down at the blood on her hands, then at the wolves retreating from her. “That’s new,” she whispered. The chamber hummed, a deep vibration running through the stone.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

“No! Myrcella!” My soul leaves my body when I hear Gabriel’s voice cracking with absolute sadness and remember him telling my informant to take Myrcella to safety… then I remember what the little girl called out. Frate; it means brother in Romanian. I am rooted to the spot when I see Gabriel with blood-like tears running down his face and cradling the body of what looks like a twelve-year-old girl. Her hair has gone white, and her skin looks pale, gaunt, and desiccated, like a long-buried corpse, but I know that this is how vampires look when they’ve been staked.