Bloodborne Dolls Novels & Stories

She hisses, the doll's stitches bursting. The real clearing surges back. Eden grips the archway, his scar searing as he fights the pool's pull. Kael's jaws are clamped on the girl's ankle, dragging her from the mercury. I plunge the knife into the doll. The clearing erupts. --- **The Cost** The archway collapses. The pool solidifies into a mirror, reflecting the girl's true form-a tangle of roots and crow feathers, her face a mosaic of everyone I've failed.

The werewolves surrounded us and Sarafina created a fire around us to force them to pull back. About ten leaped at us. Alora shot down two. Sarafina burnt three. Jared clawed the guts of two and Bertulf snapped the necks of about three. The four surrounded me inside the fire as I grew in size and half-shifted to use my sharp claws to tear open the two balloons. For some reason, I wasn't surprised to find biological bombs inside them. A glass tank was attached to all the machines and they contained different colored goo of the type we found in Evanore's tomb, the Lycans's village, and the human realm along with a propane tank.

They were shocked to see that Benjamin’s complexion was obviously much better than before. Most importantly, not only was the blood on the floor black, but it also gave out an unspeakable stench. There was no doubt that it was spurted out when Harvey kicked him. Did this also work? Yona and others were a little dumbfounded. They could not believe any of it. Harvey stepped forward, took a box of matches from the table, lit it, and threw it in the black congestion. As the match fell into the blood, a thumb-sized paper voodoo doll appeared from the black congestion after a while. The paper doll was white. It kept struggling at this moment and then burned into ashes by the fire.

Nothing more. "Then why did you use a cloth to handle them? Standard procedure is direct contact—we're vampires, we don't need gloves. But you used a cloth. Like you were avoiding leaving fingerprints. Or avoiding touching poison residue." "Circumstantial," Cassius said. "Easily explained—""And there's this." Elara showed another image. "The poison bottle, found in your estate's ruins after the fire. Partially melted but intact enough to test. It contained the same poison used on Prince Lucien. Same formula as the grandmother's spell book you mentioned. Which raises a question—how did you get a copy of a dead witch's private journals?"

"But we found this not far from the body" He held up a ziplock bag and other it was, another doll saturated with human blood.

"She's been transformed." "Into ANBV." Jacob gave the doll's little toe a playful tug. "Sweet little ANBV. Come to Papa." Malcolm gritted his teeth, remembering first to make sure his fangs were retracted. Otherwise a Vamp could accidentally pierce his bottom lip. "Enlighten me, please, before I resort to violence." Jacob laughed, apparently unconcerned by his boss's anger. "ANBV is a Artificial Nutritional blood for vampires."

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.

I reached for the duvet and began pulling it down gently, intending to stop as soon as I saw her face and confirm she was truly there. But what I uncovered sent a chill down my spine. Beneath the blanket was a lifeless, hollow-eyed doll. My heart jumped. I yanked the duvet off completely, revealing the full figure of the doll lying neatly in place. Panic surged through me. I immediately sprang into action, scanning the room for an alternate exit. I knew the front door had been locked tight, whoever took her didn’t use that way. My eyes landed on a thick curtain in the corner. Pulling it aside, I discovered a hidden door, its frame slightly cracked.

GINGER "How are things going?" Tyler asked after I'd been doing my job for a couple days. "Really good, actually!" I replied cheerfully. "So you don't mind all the tedious data entry?" "No, not at all, actually! The stuff I'm learning is so interesting. Like, I always thought werewolves were immune to almost anything, but there are all these crazy things that can happen to them. Like one doctor observed a werewolf that stopped being able to heal quickly, except when there was a full moon. The doctor decided the guy had bad blood, and they actually ended up chopping off his balls so he couldn't reproduce and pass on the defect."