Bloodborne Dolls Novels & Stories

The crimson kimono shimmered eerily in the dimness, and the smile on its face grew even more pronounced. At some point, the flan on the offering table had shriveled and blackened, as if all its moisture had been sucked out. In the bowl of clear water, a layer of fine black fuzz floated, identical to the bead hanging from the doll's hairpin. A strange laughter echoed through the basement. This doll was the very same Evil Doll that had escaped from Carl's hands. Ever since it was injured that time, it had been recuperating, constantly interacting with humans, fulfilling their wishes, feeding on their souls, and accepting their offerings.

She slowly walks towards one of them. It must be some artificial process of Vampire breeding or daycare- She tries to guess. But when her eyes fall on the incubator, her eyes widen. She clamps on her mouth as she whimpers. Her body starts shaking when she notices the long wire connected to the baby's arm. The blood isn't being transfused in his body but - His blood is gathering into a big tank which is in middle of the room. She walks around as fast as possible, realizing the kids are being killed.

She shouted causing all the vampires to be tied to both wrists with chains. There are only a few vampires here unlike humans. The vampires tied together with Shantelle and her Father. I groaned when the old woman cut me on one of my fingers causing it to bleed. Slowly drop it into the water. I turned to face the vampires when I heard the chain clang. My eyes widened when their eyes turned yellow and were trying to break free from the chain while looking at me as if they were ready to take away my blood. Shantelle is like that too.

But that was not all On the shelves were live sized doll heads. Dozens and dozens of them. The heads were roughly decapitated, with red paint smeared around their necks and mouths to look like blood. Some had kitchen knives stuck through their skulls, others had their eyes removed. It was like walking into a serial killer's fantasy. "Moon goddess ," I whispered, covering my nose against the smell.

Jacob lifted one of the doll's feet for a closer look. "This little babe is tempting, though." Malcolm sighed. This mortal sex toy was supposed to solve the Ancient Bloodsucker problem? They were wasting his time, not to mention making him feel horny and damned lonely at the same time. "All the Vamps I know prefer brain sex. I assume it's the same with the Ancient Bloodsuckers." "Not possible with this one, I'm afraid." Gustavo tapped the doll's head, producing a ripe-melon echo.

A life without my brothers in it was a fucking nightmare. I rushed back to the Main mansion and saw my step mother smiling at the phone, I bet she was making a call but I didn't care at the moment. Reaching the last stage of the shift during the blood moon means death, the last time it happened to me…my father has to do something he never meant to do, killing a new born baby so I could feed on it's blood to survive. I almost gagged at myself when I heard it but fuck this curse, I'll do anything.

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.

When she walked in to the loving area, the first thing her mind registered was the pungent scent of rusted metal—no—blood. There he was in the middle of it. He was unbuttoning his stained dress shirt with a cold but calm demeanor. His expression was blank and he looked like a demon ascended straight from hell. His black leather shoes were sole deep in the pool of blood that that at his feet. Rain stopped in her tracks and a scream lodged in her throat. Alexander took the shirt off and handed it over to Enzo who stood right next to him. Enzo’s expression mirrored Alexander’s . They both peered down at the scene in front of them, one Rain knew Alexander had created.