Bloodborne Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Then his eyes lifted and fixed on me. “Your hand.” I blinked. “What?” “Your hand,” he repeated, no room for argument in his tone. My stomach clenched. Slowly, reluctantly, I extended my palm. The cut was quick, sharp, searing. I hissed through my teeth, but Perth grasped my hand firmly and pressed our wounds together. Our mingled blood dripped into the bowl. The petals swirled as if alive. Perth’s lips moved, chanting words I couldn’t understand. The droplets circled each other three times before finally merging. The clear water darkened, deep crimson spilling through it like ink.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

“But Maybe that’s why they’re giving you to him. And don’t ever imagine he will fall for you. This isn’t a romance novel, Amara. This is real life. And when he’s done with you…. he’ll break you. Like glass.” “Pahhhhhhhhhh” Bianca make a sound of broken glass

I stumbled back, staring at my own hands as they shimmered like stardust. “What’s happening?” I whispered, panicked. “Vireya,” Zevarion rushed to my side, gripping my hands. “Stay with me, please.” Behind him, the Blood Moon hung fully risen, casting its crimson judgment over the world. I could feel its pull, like it recognized something in me, something it had been waiting for. My body trembled as I felt myself fading, not dying, no. Leaving. “Zevarion… help me,” I sobbed, gripping his shoulders as tightly as I could.

Every time the blue light surged, the black flames roared back, and with every clash, a shockwave of raw power rippled through the hall, shattering the stained-glass windows and turning the stone pillars to dust. "She’s fusing them," Zilo breathed, his hand trembling as he reached for his sword, though he knew steel was useless here. "The Faerie Heart and the Vampire Mark... they’re merging into a single frequency." "It’s impossible! The biological rejection should have killed her seconds ago!" Klaus yelled, his voice sounding thin and distant over the roaring of the wind. "She isn't biological anymore, Klaus! She’s a conduit!" Zilo shouted back.

All I heard was bones being broken and Summer screaming in pain, then all hell broke loose. Obviously pissed, Summer began to shift. I could feel the magic of the shift rippling through her body, She managed to grabbed Mina arm and dug her nails into her wrist; Mina cursed at the sudden pain. Just like with Ji'lahni and the rogue wolf, as soon as Mina's blood made contact with Summer’s hand, it immediately started to burn her. She yelled out in pain, and I took the opportunity to lift her up and out of the hospital away from my mate and her cousins. I was now more confused than ever, because it wasn't just Ji'lahni's blood it was one or both of her cousin's.

From the safety of his back, she fumbled in her clutch and pulled out a small glass vial, the color of dark green moss. "Be a love," she said, pressing it into his free hand. "She's already saying things. She'll keep saying them." Damian closed his fist over the vial. His other hand closed around my throat. My feet left the floor. He pried my jaw open with his thumb. I tasted copper, then something bitter and oil-thick on my tongue. He held my mouth shut until I swallowed. The pain was instant. It started in my gut and crawled out into every joint. My wolf howled. She threw herself at the walls of me and clawed for one more bite of either of them. Then she went silent.