Bloodborne Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

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.

I’m not one to judge other people’s culture, but this is strange. “Get on the couch, Caroline,” she urges gently, and I do just that. I lay on the couch, belly exposed and looked straight at the ceiling. Salvatore stays close. One of the … nurses takes a drop of my blood. I watch as she takes a drop of Seb’s blood, too, and hands it to Belle, who prays again. Curiously, I watch as our merged blood in the vial starts to turn amber. My heart races because the blood seems to be moving.

I screamed, my lavender eyes strobing so violently that the overhead lights shattered, raining glass onto my shoulders. "The virus is using the tubes, Gianna!" Vossen shouted back, his hands frantic on the manual overrides. "It’s traveling through the fluid-exchange! It’s trying to infect Julian before the synthesis is complete! If the black blood touches the white blood, they’ll both liquefy in seconds!" I looked at the glass partition. The centrifuge was spinning at a lethal velocity, the clear, golden serum from Julian’s blood beginning to mix with a creeping, oily shadow of black bile flowing back from Nevan’s side.

Ancient parchment appeared from thin air, glowing with faint runes. Kylian pricked his finger first, letting a drop of his blood fall onto the document. Brayden followed, then Dilan. I hesitated for only a second before pricking my own finger, pressing it to the parchment. The moment our blood mixed, a rush of power and connection surged between us, binding me to all three of them in a way that felt both terrifying and intoxicating. I looked at them with desperate, hungry eyes, my body aching. “Who’s going first?” I whispered, voice thick with lust.

“Just like when we were alone. I will be removing quite a lot of it, which means your blood will have to be replaced. Sandu, Andor and Ferro will take turns giving you blood.” She recoiled, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can do that.” “I can aid you,” Damonq said. “If we are going to save the baby and you from Darkness, this is the only way. Once I take your blood, I cannot give you blood. Not at first. I’m the filter. I will ingest the parasites… ” “No. Absolutely not.” She scrambled to her feet. “You are not going to take his vile, poisonous worms into your body.”

I had been trying so hard to keep everyone safe, but it seemed like trouble kept finding us. “Show me the bodies,” I said, standing up from my desk. Jaxon led me to where the bodies were being kept. When I saw them, I could immediately tell this wasn’t the work of a regular animal or even a normal Bloodburn. The wounds were strange, almost like they had been made by claws but not quite. “I think it might be wild animals,” Jaxon said, studying the marks on the victims. “Maybe wolves from another territory.” I shook my head. I knew better than that. These wounds had a different smell to them, a different energy. This was definitely the work of a Bloodborne, but not like any I had fought before

“But it is refreshing when you do. Allissa, do you understand the importance of this story?” “You’re telling us this because she isn’t a normal lycan. She has demon and hellhound in her, right?” Darren glanced down at me. “The blood has to be severely watered down at this point.” Darren was right. How long ago was this? At this point, you couldn’t even smell the demon or hellhound blood in me. Did it even exist?

“Tara won’t tell?” “She won’t remember.” I breathe, unclipping the metallic wolf heads at my shoulders. They hit the table with a dull thud. “You knew I disliked her?” He sounds closer when he answers, “You were watching her the whole night with a murderous glare, and I only had my eye on you.” “Does it not hurt when you…” I trail off, imagining what it would feel to have him drink my blood. His hands slip around my waist, his lips pressing against my neck. “I'm Bloodborn—a halfling. It only hurts when a Bloodsworn vampire—one turned from a human—feeds.”

I found myself walking towards her. "We can't Carden would kill us. If not him then her flat out rejection of us." We stopped in our tracks. I sat down beside Sarin with a smile starting to read a book that Blair-Boo had been reading, By These Ten Bones, By Clare B. Dunkle. "Would this book be about us or would Vampire Diaries fit better. We are a hybrid after all. A forced into existence, freak of nature."