Bloodborne Fanfiction Crossover 소설 & 이야기

I could smell his cologne expensive, sharp, familiar. "You’re insane," I said, reaching for the door. Before I could touch it, the door slammed shut. Two men stepped from the shadows, blocking the exit. Lorenzo leaned close, his voice deadly soft. "The games are over. You’re coming with me. You’ll live under my roof. Follow my rules. And give me my heir." "I'm not going anywhere," I snapped. "You destroyed my family." "And yet," he said, glancing at my stomach, "you carry my blood."

It was now time to talk about the gloomy part of the story and I wanted to give her time to prepare her mind to accept it. “The day she died was the darkest day of our Pack, not only because she died that day but because several thousand people both men, women, and children fell alongside her. We were ambushed that night by some rogue werewolves we suspect are affiliated with Fire-blood Pack but we haven’t been able to gather substantial evidence to wipe their entire existence from the face of the earth. Most of the rogues we later found were all dead while the only one we found alive refused to give out the location and names of his sponsors no matter what we did to him.”

“Caden, we’re in. Where are you?” “Big office at the back—two assistants out front. Only one with an assistant.” “Are you two okay?” he asked. He sounded worried. “Just get here.” I cut the link. Devon stepped closer. “Baylee—protect your clothes,” I linked. A soft purple haze shimmered around her as I lit my palm with fire. Devon froze. “What is she doing?” I smirked. Baylee exhaled. A banshee’s scream burst from her body—shattering glass, igniting Devon’s body in a flash of hellfire. He didn’t even get the chance to scream before he was ash.

I’m not one to judge other people’s culture, but this is strange. “Get on the couch, Caroline,” she urges gently, and I do just that. I lay on the couch, belly exposed and looked straight at the ceiling. Salvatore stays close. One of the … nurses takes a drop of my blood. I watch as she takes a drop of Seb’s blood, too, and hands it to Belle, who prays again. Curiously, I watch as our merged blood in the vial starts to turn amber. My heart races because the blood seems to be moving.

"You've been suppressing it for too long." She shook her head. "That's impossible. I'm not that strong." Kael crouched in front of her, his expression serious now. "You're not supposed to be. Not unless you were born with bound magic." She stared at him. "You keep saying that. What does it even mean?" He studied her wrist again, the mark still glowing faintly. "When two powers-demon and witch merge, they create something called the Bloodbound. A fusion. The last one nearly destroyed three realms."

I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else, as the faintest glimmer of hope sparked within me. As the transfusion began, I watched her lifeblood interchange with mine, a cerulean ribbon of my Alpha lineage seeping into her veins. I squeezed her hand more tightly, anchoring her to this world. The doctors worked around us, silent in their grim determination. The scent of antiseptic was strong, but beneath it, the coppery tang of blood lingered, a constant reminder of the war raging outside our sanctuary. My gaze remained fixed on Bethany,

Like stagnant pond water, I dwell on the things that he revealed to me that evening until it all stinks of muck—the reality behind our bloodline curse; our shared past that I barely remember; his cryptic statement that brought up within me such a terrible sense of dread, I’d fled his rooms immediately upon hearing it… Canus and I still interact, of course. Every evening, he draws blood from Scintilla and me, but he doesn’t have as many thralls as I remember him keeping, so his daily blood expenditures aren’t as lavish as I’m used to, which means in turn that the burden upon Scintilla and me to provide him sustenance is also lighter.

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The force sent him stumbling back into the fire, scattering the ashes across the floor. At once, Arabella and Marco shook their heads, coming out of their daze. Marco looked around the room, seeing Isaac locked in combat with the officiant and Sonia and Lavinia in the doorway. He glared at Lavinia, wiping blood out of his eyes. He let out a low growl as his body began to transform, reading himself to pounce at her.

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.