Bloodborne Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

I kept moving, scanning the tables and rows of equipment until my eyes fell on a particularly familiar folder. It was the Blood Moon file. The very one I’d stolen from Dominic’s study and handed over to Varen. The pages were open and yellow sticky notes scribbled with Varen’s messy handwriting littered the margins. I skimmed through the pages, my eyes darting from line to line. “The raid on my mother’s village…” “The moment Alissa cursed Gregory Bloodhound…” From what I could gather, that bubbling black serum was the key to making Varen immortal. But he was missing something. An ancient magic that he needed to perfect his little experiment.

I promptly held a hand over the incision from which I was bleeding profusely, but my fingers were instantly dyed in blood. On the other hand, Dicken leaned towards the incision and sniffed, taking in the scent of my blood. He inhaled deeply a few times as his brow furrowed, and pried my blood-soaked fingers away before leaning in, leveling his lips above my wound and licking it to heal it. I felt delight as a ray of hope seemed to sprout, though I was uncertain if my scent was intoxicating the Dicken of the present. However, he would definitely find my scent special because my body carried his bloodline, and nothing would change that—he would never bear letting a special existence like me di

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Note: This chapter has a good deal of Blood Play. They are vampires, after all :) Soren POV Ayla falls apart, Victor takes his fingers out of her and starts licking and sucking all the cum that's pouring out, its sweet taste made even more intense by Heat. Her body trembles as Victor holds her tighter so she doesn't fall.

he asked. My fingers curled around the blanket, gripping it so tight my knuckles ached. I didn’t want to say it. My whole body resisted. But the bond didn’t care. “It said…” My voice cracked. “Bloodborne.” Rowan inhaled sharply beside me. Lucien didn’t inhale at all. He went still—completely, unnerving still—like someone had turned him into stone right where he stood. His eyes flickered, gold flashing to black and back again. Not anger. Not confusion.

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

I knew he had a special interest in finding out accurate information about the past, but his fascination was slowly turning into obsession and I was getting kind of worried. "So it was your date with these books that made you take your precious time before getting the door ugh," I said, flipping through the pages of one of the books I could get my hand on. "Be careful with that Nic, it's an original!" he groaned. "Be careful with me too Hunter, I'm a vampire," I said. "Yeah, yeah, I'm so scared, someone please save me from this annoying blood sucking vampire," he told me. "My gosh! The audacity! I've been too soft on you Hunter, you no longer fear me," I said, pointing a finger at him.

“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.