Bloodborne Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Bright red, staining his palm and fingers. For an instant, he just stared at his own hand, the blood shining under the corridor lights. Another cough. More blood. Little, but blood. “The bond.” The Lycan growled, not out of anger, but out of understanding. “It’s trying to sustain both. What hits her is crossing over.”

I said "which makes her my responsibility" Voss said nothing. Just handed me a slip of paper with a room number and before she left, she said, "She heals fast, faster than most wolves and humans." And with that she walked away. As I enter her room, the first thing I did was to sneak a peek at her chart. Her blood work was flagged: Anomalous Cellular Regeneration.

“Viktor wants a seat at every ritual. Permanent blood exchange. His blood mixed with ours.” Aurora looked up, lips glistening, eyes dark with lust and suspicion. “And what do we want?” She slid two fingers deep into Sophia’s soaked pussy, curling them slowly while sucking gently on her clit. Sophia’s back arched, fresh milk beading faster at her nipples. “We want everything,” Sophia gasped, hips rolling against her sister’s mouth. “They think they’re marrying into power. We’ll make them disappear inside us.” That evening, the merged bloodlines gathered again.

I had watched him kill traitors and humans with a single slap, snapping their necks like twigs. Veyron leaned in. I met his eyes, and his frown deepened. "Close your eyes." I obeyed, shutting them tight, surrendering to the darkness. His lips met mine. The kiss was soft at first, then came his tongue and something metallic that tasted of vanilla and copper. I knew it instantly. Veyron's blood. He never bled unless he chose to. His blood was currency in our pack, harvested by scientists for healing syrups and pills that cured everything from infections to cancer. Taken directly, it granted rapid healing, surging energy, vitality that made the recipient feel reborn.

“Once, maybe. But this one… binds life and death. When I saved you years ago, I sealed the wound you carried with my own blood. I didn’t know it would tether us.” “Tether us?” My stomach dropped. “You mean—” “Yes.” He stepped closer, eyes unreadable. “My life is tied to yours. Your pain becomes mine. Your death becomes mine.” I shook my head slowly, backing away. “That’s impossible. I didn’t ask for this.” “Neither did I.” His tone was flat, but beneath it, something trembled. “The Crimson Bond is ancient magic. When a Pureblood seer and a Darkborn Alpha cross paths in blood, fate takes its own price.”

{In shadows deep, a war shall brew anon, Where mortal and immortal souls and creatures of the night, Shall clash in battle, bloody and foregone, As day and night doth struggle in their might. Yet 'midst this chaos when wombs go barren, fate shall intertwine, A vampire's heart shall seek its destined mate, In this weave of destiny, the most fertile tribrid mate, gifted with extraordinary powers, shall emerge. She shall be drawn and bound by the cosmic threads of fate. Within her, a world of hues shall dance—a multicoloured aura, radiant with the convergence of her ancient lineages. Together, their union shall unravel mysteries and forge paths anew.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

“She can’t just disappear, Damon. We have to find her. Now.” Damon sighed, stepping aside to let Valtor move past him. “I didn’t want to say anything, but there’s more.” “What do you mean?” Damon reached into his cloak, pulling out a small, bloodstained piece of cloth. Valtor’s gaze snapped to it, the familiar scent of Gaia’s blood washing over him. His heart jolted in his chest as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to take the cloth. The fabric was soft, almost delicate, but what caught his eye wasn’t just the blood—it was the dark, intricate symbol engraved into it.

“Rose Kath has the cursed blood manipulation of Blood Weapon and Deathly Blood, while Xircon has his Blood Weapon and Bloody Saint, and as for Avery, she has them all.” “So that’s why Rose Ann had to help her during her delivery.” I nodded in understanding as I made my conclusion. “Exactly, and I know this because she told me to. But remember, keep watching them because it might not be the only thing they inherited from you.” He told us and even reminded us that it might not be the only thing they got from us. “Why do I have the feeling our triplets will be troublemakers soon?” Roxanne released a sigh as she watched our babies play among themselves.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S