Bloodborne Fanfiction Crossover Novelas e Histórias

she croaked out, "please, don’t make me do this. I don’t love him. I don’t even know him. You can’t just hand me over to a savage, he's a deadly werewolf.” Renee sighed, her expression softening. “I know this isn’t easy, but it’s what’s best. This marriage will secure our future. You’ll unlock your bloodline’s gift, Kimberly. You’ll be powerful, like what a true merger should be.” “There are other allies, mother. I will have a husband, please, not him. Don't consent. Help me beg, father, please." Renee cupped her cheeks softly, placing her thumb just underneath her eyes so she could wipe away the stray drops of tears.

Never been like this. No... What stood before me now was the man who had carved his path through blood and pain and hate… The Blood Alpha! “Angel,” he spoke softly, although his voice wasn’t human or wolf anymore. “Close your eyes!” He didn’t look at me. Hell, even our mating bond felt cold as his anger rose. But despite all that, I realized that deep within him, there was still the heart that loved me… And I trusted him! I closed my eyes--- and screamed when I felt something slam into me. The next few moments were a blur. Pain slashed across my neck, and as I hit the floor, I felt hot liquid spray down my throat.

And something older. "That's... blood-mirror binding," I murmured, reaching out and tracing a half-charred glyph with two fingers. Cerberus nodded, grim. "And not his blood." I froze. "...Mine?" I asked, already dreading the answer. His pause was brief but sharp. "No," he said slowly. "Yours and his. Mixed. Bound. Altered." The vial gleamed in the firelight, a single drop clinging to the glass like memory too stubborn to die.

Not at Cain’s penthouse or the café, but in Samantha’s backyard under fairy lights and wine-fueled laughter. The kids played tag in the grass. Their husbands talked sports around the grill. They smiled. They joked. They wore their masks like couture. “You ever think about what comes next?” Samantha whispered while sipping from her glass. Grace raised an eyebrow. “After Cain?” Ava’s laugh was low and bitter. “There is no *after*. There’s only deeper.” A shadow moved near the side gate. Just the wind—or maybe not. None of them flinched. Because when you live inside a lie long enough, you start to recognize when the wind shifts and smelled like blood

One book called to her—a black leather volume with no title. She opened it. Inside were symbols. Runes. Sketches of the mark that now lived on her skin. And a name: Virel. The bloodline cursed by fate. Her breath caught. There were drawings of rituals, of bonds sealed by blood, of lovers bound and torn apart by destiny. Each page seemed to hum with power, and as she turned them, her mark began to burn. “You weren’t supposed to find that,” said a voice behind her. She spun.

I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name. “I am not a guest in this pack,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, yet it silenced the voices in my head. I stood up. The pressure didn’t vanish, but it shifted. I wasn’t resisting it anymore; I was absorbing it. The Lien de Sang began to glow—not with Girard’s golden light, but with a brilliant, shimmering violet. My father’s serum, the Moretti labs, the ancient Roux blood—it had all combined in me to create something the elders hadn’t counted on.

Shawn moved fast, checking her pulse, lifting her eyelids, muttering something under his breath as he prepared a set of syringes. “She’s burning up,” he murmured. “Her body’s fighting… something deep.” I stood back, pacing, my fists clenching and unclenching. The silence in the room was deafening. Minutes stretched like hours until he finally looked up. His eyes behind the mask were grim. “CK…” “What?” “She’s infected.” I froze. “What?” He nodded once. “Not only did Romanov inject her with the breeding serum, a biochemical mix of lycan amplifiers, hematoxic binders, and *

After the wound had healed, Helena and Sebastian got back to work. They began discussing their plan to take down the feral vampire and any other vampires who might be in league with him. Sebastian shared his knowledge of the vampire underworld with Helena, telling her about the different clans and factions that existed within it.

Kael growled, thrusting harder. “I love you,” Damien whispered, biting down on her shoulder again, completing the blood circle. The climax that followed was cataclysmic. All three shattered together in perfect unison. A blinding pillar of silver-crimson-violet light erupted from their bodies, shooting straight up through the chamber and piercing the blood moon itself. The entire Nexus resonated with power. Runes flared across the walls. The ley lines stabilized into a single harmonious braid. Serena’s belly glowed brightly as the child of three bloodlines was conceived — a perfect fusion of werewolf resilience, vampire immortality, and witch adaptability.

To my surprise, a flash of jealousy dances across her terrified eyes. “Only Caius has ever laid a hand on me like that,” I corrected quickly. “He’s the only immortal who has fed on me. I just mean that neither of them has hurt me.” I leave out the small detail that Naman has also fed from me...and that he died because of it. This is hard enough for Rebecca; I can't imagine that her finding out that my blood is now toxic and could be used as a weapon of war would make this any easier.