Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Dolls

Blood gushed from it and she squeezed her palm, letting the droplets of blood hit the wooden box. “Boxis Gigantis,” Dahlia recited. The box glowed with lights so blinding I thought I might gag. Purebloods aren’t as affected by sunlight as lower level vampires, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t an inconvenience. “Tah-dah,” Dahlia declared. “Kira, Dante, welcome to my library.” “Wow,” Kira exclaimed. Wow indeed. We were no longer in Dahlia’s office, that much was a given. Instead, we were in the box?

I know I should listen to him, but really, if there was any danger in this town, it wouldn’t matter if we were at the library or in an abandoned house. The afternoon air becomes heavy with the scent of fear and death as we breach the edge of town. A few bodies lay strewn across the streets, all of them drained of blood. Rebecca hooks her arm around mine as we walk past them. “They don’t even look real,” she whispers. I glance at a dead woman just a few feet away from us. She is completely drained of blood, and her skin has taken on a shiny, white hue. Her eyes remain open, staring towards the sky with disbelief.

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

Zoe’s hand trembled as she held the pendant in front of her, the vial inside now fully visible. The cool glass was small, but it held something powerful - something ancient. Her heart raced as she carefully removed the vial from its delicate casing. The blood inside was a deep, dark crimson, swirling with a strange, almost hypnotic energy. Zoe could feel the pull of it, the lure, the hunger.

Seven cultists encircled a levitating corpse—unborn, unaged, yet covered in scribes of living flesh. “The Shells,” Sokolov hissed. “This is where she was breeding more.” Petrov lifted a relic gun carved from angelbone and wood ash. “Then we make sure not one walks.” They opened fire with spells engraved into the bullets—banishing sigils, ancient banes. The Hollow cultists screamed, one erupting mid-incantation into a swarm of glass-eyed crows. The fetus-shell convulsed, mouth gaping wider than any child’s should.

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“She’s full human, age 21. Blood type O+.Low markers for breeding. Not a virgin, but not overly sexually active. Clean from any diseases.” “Humm. Blood is like water. Not a virgin. Average in appearance. She won’t fetch a good price at the auction. She can be part of the pet shop. Give her a shot of the elixir.While I give her a vaginal and pelvic exam. I need to see just how damaged she is.” The nurse rolled her eyes again. “ Why does he care., once he’s done with her, it won’t matter.” She thought to herself. She pulled out a syringe of the elixir from a near by cart. The elixir was a cocktail made from a hormone that was extracted from a female werewolf when she was in heat, and some ille

Machines beside them hummed steadily, something like dialysis units, pulling thick, black blood from their bodies. It looked just like what she had seen back at the Sovereign Academy, when Eric had turned. But this was different. That blood wasn't going back in. It was being drained out, funneled into long, clear tubes. The same tubes she had seen being transported upstairs. Right then, a sharp beep echoed from one of the cage rooms. Hayley turned toward the sound. Inside, a zombie lay completely drained, shriveled like a dried corpse. Its gray-white eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, unmoving.