Bloodborne Graphic Novels & Stories

Blood dripped from a cut on my arm. I blinked hard. Figures continued to move around me, circling, dancing. No. These are not people. Not fully. Their skin was ash grey. Their eyes were... missing. Empty sockets stared at nothing. Blood ran down their foreheads in the shape of the same symbol carved into the cave wall behind them—a crooked spiral with a claw through it. I gasped. They were clappibg and chanting. Blood dripped from the cut into a bowl in the center below. I yanked my wrist free with a cry. The pain burned, but I didn’t stop.

Zeyric shouted, feeling a sudden, burning strain in his shoulder as Thalen simultaneously cast a heavy kinetic pulse. The invisible wave of force slammed directly into Veyron’s chest, lifting the corrupted student off the ground and launching him backward into the shattered doorframe. Veyron hit the stone floor with a sickening thud, the obsidian dagger clattering away from his limp fingers and dissolving into harmless black mist. "He's passing out," Zeyric said, starting forward, but Thalen caught him sharply by the arm. "Don't touch him. The parasite is still active in his bloodline," Thalen warned, his chest heaving as the adrenaline slowly began to recede from their shared system.

They should read the news or read some newspaper, assholes. Anna. He stands up and grabs the box that's filled with Anna's pictures. Some of the pictures are solo, and most of them are their pictures together. Havoc then grabs the marker and paper then wrote on it. He gave the box and the paper to his secretary. "Burn these pictures! Make sure that there's no one remains!" his secretary nodded.

he said. It was a credit to his skills as a healer that I barely felt anything at all. The blood drawing was over very quickly, and Larry, holding the needle of my blood returned to the vial. He punctured the top of the vial with the needle. “If you contain any Lycan pack blood, it will react to the concentrate in the vial,” Larry said. “The red blood will immediately turn purple.” Slowly, he pushed down on the needle, forcing a drop of blood back out through it. The blood droplet gathered at the tip of the needle before dropping down.

he yelled at the crowd and they scattered with fear scenting the air thick and sweet. The librarian who was so stupid tried to march up to Cassian, shaking his finger. “You! You can’t—” Cassian didn’t even glance at him. A simple flick of his wrist sent the man soaring across the room, slamming into a shelf with a satisfying thud. Cassian knelt beside me, checking for broken bones with sharp, clinical fingers. “Are you alive?” he muttered. “Barely,” I rasped, wiping more blood from my mouth. “But listen—Jerome’s not a Human but a Vampire well….Not fully.”

Pine nodded firmly. Kevin convinced herself. From behind, Julio walked over with a tray containing two silver vials, a syringe, and a dagger. Pine looked at the three items nervously. "I will support whatever your decision," said Kevin. Kevin also took one of the two cups, which was the blood cup. "Drink half of it, it will help you fight the pain later." Pine held this cup tightly, she kept looking at its contents feeling hesitant to drink it. The deep red liquid made her even more nervous. She knew that this was the blood of vampires and if she drank it then Pine could no longer retreat.

Shantelle said. "You know me? Wow, I'm really handsome," Knox said airily. Shantelle and I looked at each other and then laughed together. "Why are you laughing?" he asked wryly. "You're arrogant!" Shantelle and I laughed together when we spoke at the same time. Knox scratched the back of his neck. "By the way, Gabria. I need to bring you to our town so you can be safe and we can find out what kind of blood you have. Because now… I can't smell your blood anymore after treating your wounds,” Shantelle said seriously.

Sharper this time. I swallowed. My hands were shaking. I hugged my sketchbook tighter. He exhaled through his nose. Looked at the blood on his knuckles like it had personally offended him. Then he reached into his jacket, pulled out a black bandana, and started wrapping his hand. I watched, stupidly mesmerized. “Why were you there?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to mine. “I was passing through.” “Twice in two days you’ve ‘passed through’ exactly where I am.”

The energy level is as low as 40% at inhaling plum blossoms scent but emerging with the Host in a plum bosoms scent will restore its full energy at 80%. [Eager for or marked by the shedding of blood, violence, or killing but was restricted because of the promise contract to the Host that the poisonous blood thirsty GU is currently residing in to supplement its body] The blood thirstiness Gabriele a while ago disappeared in a flash after system ‘Eye’ once again occupied filling the black hole, letting the blood thirsty GU that was about to burst out after preparing himself, to retract his insect body and gone to where his usual place is with a dejected atmosphere surrounding him.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h