Bloodborne Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

That it would have to be slow and romantic, teasing away all the sad thoughts and lost memories that I would never have with my mate… I’d never expect them to be chased away with a flamethrower! Because that’s what Rain had been. He’d taken possession of my body and burned any desire to be touched or held by anyone else. Hell, a part of me wished that he’d claimed me fully, but all the scratches and bite marks on my body would fade with time... “See anything you like?” suddenly mumbled the peaceful man, and his onyx eyes opened, blinking away sleep. “Maybe,” I replied with a smile, pretending I hadn’t admired his impressive physique. What? I was a hotblooded woman! He was everything I wanted

I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else, as the faintest glimmer of hope sparked within me. As the transfusion began, I watched her lifeblood interchange with mine, a cerulean ribbon of my Alpha lineage seeping into her veins. I squeezed her hand more tightly, anchoring her to this world. The doctors worked around us, silent in their grim determination. The scent of antiseptic was strong, but beneath it, the coppery tang of blood lingered, a constant reminder of the war raging outside our sanctuary. My gaze remained fixed on Bethany,

Energy exploded outward, rushing through the bond, through them, merging and amplifying and completing— [SOUL BOND SYNCHRONIZATION: 100%] [BOND PERMANENTLY COMPLETE] [NEW STATUS: FATED PAIRS - SYNCHRONIZED] [WARNING: Individual narrative threads merged] [Fate now shared - live together, die together] [No separation possible by any means] [Author-level narrative resistance: MAXIMUM] The world went white. When Adrian's vision cleared, he was on the floor, Cassian's arms around him. But everything felt different. The bond wasn't just a connection anymore—it was fundamental. Like breathing. Like his heartbeat. Cassian's presence wasn't something he felt through a link.

I said "which makes her my responsibility" Voss said nothing. Just handed me a slip of paper with a room number and before she left, she said, "She heals fast, faster than most wolves and humans." And with that she walked away. As I enter her room, the first thing I did was to sneak a peek at her chart. Her blood work was flagged: Anomalous Cellular Regeneration.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

He slammed into me again. Our breaths mingled in the heavy air, bodies slicked with sweat, but the fire between us hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it was roaring higher, the forbidden spark ignited something insatiable. I laid there beneath him, chest rose and fell, my smoldering eyes locked onto his with a mix of vulnerability and hunger. He couldn’t stop now—not when my submission called to him like this, it pulled him back into the depths.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

And something older. "That's... blood-mirror binding," I murmured, reaching out and tracing a half-charred glyph with two fingers. Cerberus nodded, grim. "And not his blood." I froze. "...Mine?" I asked, already dreading the answer. His pause was brief but sharp. "No," he said slowly. "Yours and his. Mixed. Bound. Altered." The vial gleamed in the firelight, a single drop clinging to the glass like memory too stubborn to die.