Bloodborne Fanfiction Crossover Romane & Geschichten

I ask, taking another step back when Daniel keeps insisting on coming over to give me a hug or maybe even kiss me, "Daniel, wait! Whose blood is this?" "Mine, mostly... Rodrick's, Lucinda's and a little bit of Harry's. Don't worry, I'm starting to heal," he says and as I'm thinking about what he just said, Daniel takes advantage of me and hugs me. The smell of blood is so intense it makes me dizzy for a second, even if it’s mostly dry, “I missed you so much, baby."

Blood kept welling up between my fingers anyway. My own back had taken a few rounds. The silver was lodged against bone, and the pain left me barely able to hold on. But I didn't dare let go. "Adrian. Stay awake." I looked down at him, my voice shaking hard. "The doctor's almost here." "Just hold on." He lay in my arms, his face a terrible shade of white. Vampires were never warm to begin with. But in that moment, I could feel him going cold, inch by inch.

"Lucian, breathe. Look at me. Force it down. You know what happens if you let the transition slip out of control in this house. Balance the blood, Lucian. Balance it." He gripped her forearm, his fingernails digging dangerously deep into her skin, though she didn't flinch. He forced his eyes open, the obsidian depths briefly flashing a terrifying, luminescent gold, the raw, untamed mark of the beast, before bleeding back into a deep, predatory crimson, the legacy of the night walkers. The two distinct curses fought for dominance in his veins, sparked into a frenzy by a catalyst he never thought he would find. "I'm not... I'm not hurt," Lucian managed to whisper, his voice a gravelly, broken

I echo. “Oh, yes. He’s back in town now,” she beams. “Yeah, I saw him in the stands,” I admit. “I’d love to say hi,” I continue. “It’s been so long since— But my words falter as an unsettling scent wafts through the air around us: a faint, sickening mix of blood and earth. My guts twist with dread. It’s here. Dreadborn is here.

CHAPTER 1 Lyra's POV I never imagined I would be wearing white at my own funeral, but that was exactly what this felt like - a wedding disguised as a goddamn funeral. I was about to marry into the Iron Revenants, the very same bastards who put my mother six feet under. They were my enemies, the family of the man who pulled the trigger and left my mother bleeding in the dirt like roadkill. Grave Maddox.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

This morning, I'm still so worried. I didn't get much sleep! I kept having horrible nightmares. In some, I was being chased by a family of zombies through the manor house, in others, I was the Bathory's meal. This food thing is really getting to me. All the little details I've put together is making me reflect on the nature of my hosts. And on the darkness surrounding them. I see Sarah coming to meet me. She looks more rested than I am. It's not very surprising considering...

Energy exploded outward, rushing through the bond, through them, merging and amplifying and completing— [SOUL BOND SYNCHRONIZATION: 100%] [BOND PERMANENTLY COMPLETE] [NEW STATUS: FATED PAIRS - SYNCHRONIZED] [WARNING: Individual narrative threads merged] [Fate now shared - live together, die together] [No separation possible by any means] [Author-level narrative resistance: MAXIMUM] The world went white. When Adrian's vision cleared, he was on the floor, Cassian's arms around him. But everything felt different. The bond wasn't just a connection anymore—it was fundamental. Like breathing. Like his heartbeat. Cassian's presence wasn't something he felt through a link.

She was halfway across to her car when Sarah felt extreme pain emanating from her belly which forced her to grasp her abdomen. "No!... No! Not now!" she zealously protested. "This couldn't be happening again!" But the pain was too much. She couldn't bear it any longer. As a creature born out of the blood moon her destiny to metamorphose into a manananggal each time there is a blood moon is inevitable. Sharp bones protruded from her shoulders and with no warning bat wings emerged. She let out a loud deafening cry that echoed through the night as her upper torso separated itself from her lower limbs. With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness.

Never would I have thought that, even with my heightened vigilance, I would still end up falling for his trap. … One evening, I returned home from work and took a wonderful bath, then climbed into bed to sleep. At that moment, I suddenly heard a sound coming from behind me. Just as I was about to turn and look, a pair of hands abruptly clamped over my mouth and nose. In the next second, my vision went dark as I fell unconscious. When I finally came to, I discovered, to my shock, that I had been tied up in an abandoned factory. Jonathan stood across from me, smiling at me with bloodshot eyes.