Bloodborne Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Unlike a human, only family members related to blood or mate could share the blood with the injured werewolf who couldn’t heal himself or herself at that moment. Colton’s blood was poison to the supernatural creature, so he couldn’t share the blood. And Caroline was the adopted child of Brandon and Sophia Haysbert. “No, I will give him my blood,” Liara said after Destiny suggested to her that maybe just like she could heal herself. Her blood could heal Brandon. “Lee!! You’re a baby. Let me…” “Trust me, brother!! I know what I’m doing. Destiny thinks that our blood can heal dad. So, please!!” Liara insisted.

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

The air sparkled with the promise of untold adventures, and the horizon beckoned with mysteries waiting to be unveiled. Faelan descended gracefully, wings folding with a subtle rustle. "In this realm, the boundaries between werewolves and vampires blur, and ancient conflicts hold no dominion. Here, the extraordinary nature of your love becomes a catalyst for transformation—a force that reshapes the very essence of supernatural existence." Davien and I exchanged glances, our eyes reflecting a shared understanding of the profound journey that lay ahead. The Nexus of Unity, a realm born from the magic of the Heartwood, held the promise of a future where the divisions of the past could be transc

Just as Seraphine begins to adjust to her new role, disaster strikes. A mysterious illness sweeps through the pack, causing wolves to experience debilitating symptoms—high fevers, fatigue, and nightmares that leave them unable to shift. Panic ensues as pack members fall ill, and Seraphine’s earlier transformation becomes a liability rather than a strength. Many pack members begin to blame her, believing her connection to the Moon Goddess brought this curse upon them. Seraphine sat in the healer’s hut, watching as the pack’s youngest members were cared for, each one pale and feverish, their breaths shallow and strained. The air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the quiet murmurs

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

You survived them. The café’s door chimed as people came and went, laughter drifting in. I stared at the window, at a group of teenagers who shoved each other playfully, carefree, untouchable. “I wish I could disappear,” I whispered. “Start over somewhere far away. Where I’m not the daughter of a mafia boss. Where I’m not about to marry a monster.” Gia reached for my hand, her grip firm. “Then let’s do it. I would help you, Bella. We could figure something out—”

I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back. I never expected it to return in this way. After thinking for a moment, I asked another question. “What about Harriet? “Is she still out there? “Is she okay?” The system seemed to search for the answer. A few moments later, it replied: [Harriet's consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her original will and desires.] [No abduction records.] [No residual trauma memories.] [She now exists as an entirely new individual.] [She has a loving family and relatives who cherish her.]

“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.

White hot pain rips and tears through me as every bone in my body cracks, breaks and extends before jutting itself into place. Screams and howls of pain fill the air, dulled only by the trees and my own pain consuming me. Canines lengthening and claws stretching out, and yet, still I can feel my body is covered in something warm and wet. I sniff the air. Blood. So much blood. Sweet, warm, red liquid copper. Soon the pain dulls to warm rather than hot, and screams become howls and growls in the distance. I join in, yanking and pulling at the chain until my neck hurts so much I think my head might fall right off my shoulders. And then, everything goes black.

Don't scan my blood. If they trace the origin of his used mating fangs, they'll find fragments of my DNA in his system. He bit me and marked me since I didn't return the bite. There's no piece of me in him. My wrists burn where the silver cuffs bite into my skin, blood slicks down my hands in thin, and sticky trails. Kieran's fangs are still half descended, and since Fenir had hidden his presence, they can't descend more than they already had.