Bloodborne Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

"These are the newest test subjects. Vampire and werewolf genetic material combined. Even worse results because the bloodlines are fundamentally incompatible." The images showed creatures that should never have existed. Fur and scales. Fangs and claws. Eyes that glowed with madness. Most had not survived the initial fusion. The few that did were in constant agony. "She believes your Fae blood is the catalyst that will make fusion stable. That it will bridge the incompatibility and allow successful hybrid creation." I closed the files. "She is probably right. Fae magic predates both our species. It could theoretically bond them." "So if I cooperate she will extract my blood and use it to crea

He slammed into me again. Our breaths mingled in the heavy air, bodies slicked with sweat, but the fire between us hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it was roaring higher, the forbidden spark ignited something insatiable. I laid there beneath him, chest rose and fell, my smoldering eyes locked onto his with a mix of vulnerability and hunger. He couldn’t stop now—not when my submission called to him like this, it pulled him back into the depths.

“This isn't like the Consanguinity, Malachi. This is a manual override. If the cold starts to take me, you have to stay warm. Do not let your pulse drop to match mine, or we’re both dead.” “I’ll be your sun, Elara,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on mine with a terrifying intensity. “Just don't let go.” I took his left hand and my right. I drew the blade across his palm first, the dark, rich blood welling up instantly. Then, I drew it across my own. My blood wasn't just red anymore; it had a shimmering, violet hue to it, like liquid amethyst. We pressed our palms together, our blood mingling and dripping into the swirling vortex of the ley line pillar below.

But the vision lingered, a chilling reminder of the fragility of their bond, of the price they might have to pay. As they delved deeper into the Spire, the visions became more frequent, more vivid. Aria saw herself as a priestess, her life intertwined with Lucian's, a vampire lord who ruled over a hidden kingdom. They were lovers, their passion a forbidden flame. But betrayal and deceit tore them apart, leaving her with a heart of stone. The weight of these memories, these lives lived and lost, was crushing. Aria felt as if she were drowning in a sea of emotions that weren't her own.

Plenty of times, I have passed out on her from the stimulation and the overfeeding of my blood. Twenty-five years passed by, and still, The Lady of Bluestoria made sure to keep me a virgin and save my purity. Lady Candice never let Lord Cameron or any male Bampire fuck me because of my Blood type. You might not know this, but all Bampires have several different DNA genetics. I have the rarest one, and it is SD7.

“Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.” Before she could protest, I brought the blade to her palm and made a shallow cut, just deep enough to draw a thin line of red. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Then, with deliberate care, I pressed our palms together. The moment our blood mingled, a jolt of heat surged between us. It wasn’t like the fire she had conjured earlier, this was older, deeper, almost sentient. It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words.

I was falling into him. The bond snapped tight and then inverted. His thoughts slammed into mine in a rush of sensation. Memories bled across my vision. Fire. Blood. His parents screaming. Carly laughing in the snow. Lucas standing beside him with a hand on his shoulder. Orders given. Wolves protected. Promises broken. The pathogen surged like a tide, using the bond as a bridge. It did not want to be pulled out. It wanted me.

His body began to crack and break apart, dark energy leaking from every fissure. "This isn't over," he gasped. "Others will come. Others who seek what your daughter represents." "Then we'll face them too," Dante said, standing beside Aria. "Together." Vane's body crumbled to ash, blown away by a wind that seemed to come from nowhere. With his death, the remaining Bloodborn suddenly collapsed, their corrupted life force tied to their creator. The clearing fell silent except for heavy breathing and the sounds of wounded warriors. Then Luna laughed. A pure, delighted baby laugh that echoed across the battlefield.

Or am I destined to fade away, a ghost in my own life, forever haunted by the specter of what could have been? The answer remains elusive, lost in the swirling chaos of my mind. And as the darkness closes in, I can't help but wonder if this is truly the end. Jace "Hey," I whisper, my voice cracking with a mixture of fear and desperation. "Bunny?" The room is a chaotic mess, a reflection of the turmoil raging within me. Rick is pacing, muttering frantic prayers under his breath, but I can't tear my gaze away from Jewel. She's curled up on the floor, her eyes closed, her face pale and drawn. The faint lines on her wrist are a stark reminder of the battle she's fighting, a battle we can't seem