Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Fanfiction

I was falling into him. The bond snapped tight and then inverted. His thoughts slammed into mine in a rush of sensation. Memories bled across my vision. Fire. Blood. His parents screaming. Carly laughing in the snow. Lucas standing beside him with a hand on his shoulder. Orders given. Wolves protected. Promises broken. The pathogen surged like a tide, using the bond as a bridge. It did not want to be pulled out. It wanted me.

Then, he handed me the blade. My hands shook, but my resolve didn't. I cut a thin line across my own palm and offered it to him. Lucien groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger, and pressed his mouth to my skin. As he drank, I felt the light inside me flare, being drawn into him, weaving our DNA into a single, unbreakable cord. The Blood Bond was closed. He entered me in one slow, devastatingly deep thrust. The light in the room detonated.

Each generation building on previous generations' work, solving different problems, asking different questions, making different mistakes. Infinite work across infinite generations. Just like Aurora had written. Just like she'd accepted. Just like she'd trusted would happen. The work was never finished. But meaningful transformation had occurred. Was occurring. Would continue occurring. That was enough. More than enough. Everything. THE END To everyone who stepped into the shadows of Ashwick with Sera and Lucien thank you. Blood Bound began as a story about enemies, curses, and centuries of hatred, but somewhere along the way, it became a story about choice. The choice to question what we’ve

"There is one thing. But it hasn't been done in a thousand years. The blood of a Moonborn is a universal catalyst. It can burn the poison out, but it's more than a cure." Theo let out a rattling breath, his hand clutching my wrist with the last of his strength. "Sofia... don't." "Tell me how," I whispered to Hokan, ignoring Theo. "Your blood, Sofia. Directly into the wound. But listen to me—Moonborn blood is a tether. If you save him this way, you aren't just healing him." I didn't care about the cost. I saw the light fading from Theo's eyes, the man who had protected me, lied for me, and awakened the fire in my blood. I took a discarded dagger from the mud.

The doubt on my face was evident as she gave a short laugh. “Yes. Let me explain,” I give her a nod, and she begins her proposal. “When we turn, everything heals and then stops aging. There are eggs still in the ovaries, but no communication between the organs to tell them to fertilize during intercourse. Hence, no menstruation. Introducing hormones could break the biochemical stasis. I have been testing the other Crimsonborn blood. For those that haven’t turned, it seems their blood has unusual levels of B1ND hormone. Higher than anything I’ve seen-”

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

A shiver creeps through my body, knowing that Jessblue's blood is like no other. I could feed on any Bampire, but it would not have the same effect as Jessblue’s virgin blood. She was born with a rare genetic blood type called SD7. The purity of the blood that runs in her veins is different than the average female Bampires on Bluestoria. It makes me and Cameron feel like drug addicts every time we feed on her. I turn my head to the right and look up to see an unconscious Jessblue, smiling and admiring the work I just performed on her.