Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Fanfiction

Alexis tried to free herself. “I've been kind enough not to kill you, Alexis. Because your blood is my addiction. It's as if the blood that flows in your body was created for me. And just for me only. You were born only for me. I've been waiting for this day to come for ages. And when I find and smell your blood, then that means you are mine forever. Only mine. I won't let you get away from me in the slightest, Alexis." Adrien's words full of promise were heard by Alexis before finally the darkness began to swallow her consciousness.

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, and he told her. He told her about the Shunned Star — a lineage born under a dying star, which the old records interpreted as cursed and which the deeper texts interpreted as claimed. Claimed by the Moon Goddess directly, set apart from the ordinary covenant between wolves and vampires, carrying something in the blood that was older than either kind: a capacity the texts described only in images, in the language of sacred things — fire that doesn't burn, water that doesn't drown, a wolf that is more than a wolf, a creature neither kind could name. He told her what the Seer had said about the Red Moon and its significance to that bloodline. He t

it had actually gotten worse. Frustrated, Carol sat down and idly flipped through a small compartment in the scroll's binding. A piece of parchment slipped out. The handwriting on it made his heart jump – it was Rosa's private log. "Blood Moon night. Performed secret healing ritual. Alpha heir Carol bitten by Dreadfang Viper, venom reaching his heart. Standard healing failed. Performed forbidden Blood-Sharing Ritual. Success, but at great cost. My blood has purifying properties, can bond with his to fight the toxin. But my rare blood type makes me more vulnerable during the ritual. Couldn't move for three days, no one knew. He thinks Olivia called a healer to save him. Better he thinks that.

Melissa's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy from the intense encounter with Damien. She lay on his bed, surrounded by the opulent decor of his chambers. The memories of their passionate night still lingered, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. As she sat up, a faint noise caught her attention. It sounded like whispers, but they were too soft to decipher. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air. The whispers grew louder, and she recognized the voices – they were the pack members, discussing something in hushed tones.

A life without my brothers in it was a fucking nightmare. I rushed back to the Main mansion and saw my step mother smiling at the phone, I bet she was making a call but I didn't care at the moment. Reaching the last stage of the shift during the blood moon means death, the last time it happened to me…my father has to do something he never meant to do, killing a new born baby so I could feed on it's blood to survive. I almost gagged at myself when I heard it but fuck this curse, I'll do anything.

The next contraction strikes like a localized thunderstorm, twice as heavy, twice as consuming. A sharp, needy shriek tears from my throat as the gold-and-violet fire erupts from my marrow, turning the humidity in the sealed room to thick, white steam. My obsidian claws slide out from my fingertips with a soft, familiar schlick, and I drive them deep into the thick furs and the solid timber of the bedframe, splintering the dark wood as my body convulses under the sheer weight of the pureblood birth-fever.