Bloodborne Fanfiction Crossover Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.

Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it… “White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.” It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it. “The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.” And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind. When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide.

But Circe was gone. And Eve was still broken. "Where will you go?" Dr. Cross asked as we prepared to leave. "Home. Back to Umbra Pack." I looked at Eve, who was mechanically packing our belongings. "Maybe familiar surroundings will help." "Help with what?" "With bringing my wife back." Dr. Cross followed my gaze. "The soul weavers say it's permanent. The damage can't be reversed." "They've been wrong before." I picked up Lucia, who immediately grabbed my shirt and smiled. She'd been different since the merge. Calmer. More aware. Sometimes I'd catch her staring at nothing and wonder if she could sense Circe inside her. "We're not giving up."

Cassian moved away from my finger before taking a bite into my palm and I screamed before the seductive voices intensified and I felt warm liquid gush out from between my legs instead. A shameless moan followed from my lips and mixed with Cassian' moans as he drank from my blood. That was when Sylver took a bite from my shoulder and I hissed as the bittersweet pain burned at my arm. Rylan did not stay behind, he took a bite from my other arm, the same which Cassian was drinking from and I hissed with pleasure. I became dizzy with need as my vision began to blur. My legs went weak and gave way but they were quick to catch me.

His expression was unreadable, but through the bond, Selene could feel him shock, denial, and underneath it all, a desperate, fragile hope. “This doesn’t change anything,” he said finally. “Even if you’re right, the pregnancy still-” “I’m not done.” Selene grabbed another text, this one older, written in a language she couldn’t read. “This is a grimoire. Morwenna pulled it for me. It’s about blood magic and curse theory. I can’t read most of it, but there’s a passage here…” She pointed to a section that had been translated in someone’s cramped handwriting. “…about curses that bind souls. It says they can only be broken by ‘the willing union of opposites: human and beast, life and death, love

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

His power wrapping around us all. Then they claimed me. Kai's mouth found mine. Hot. Possessive. Claiming. His hands stripped away my clothes. Gentle but urgent. Damon's lips traced down my spine. Worshipping. Each kiss a promise. An apology. A prayer. Zephyr's fangs pierced my wrist. Drinking. Binding. The blood bond mixing with the mate bond. Creating something new. And Erebus. His power flowed into me. Through me. Divine energy filling every cell.