Bloodborne Graphic Novels & Stories

Lynn stated. Gideon walked through the hospital doors and saw us talking with the doctor. When he stepped up to where we were he asked, “Well how bad is she?” Dr. Lynn spoke up and said, “She’s not at risk for dying and if you’re still willing to donate your blood, she will heal much quicker.” Gideon nodded and said, “To do this sterilely you will need a larger bore needle like a sixteen gauge. The person drawing the blood will need to know their anatomy well because you can’t palpate for a vein, like you would for a human.” Gideon told Dr. Lynn, as he rolled up his sleeves and they began to walk towards the exam room doors.

I blinked, confused, but stood up from my chair and walked over to his side of the table. "The bond's mindlink is completely different from this one we are creating," Quinn explained in a low, even voice. "Think of this like... a group chat space, if you will." I nodded, picking up the knife from the table. A small part of my brain screamed that it was very unsanitary to cut myself with a blade that many other men had just used, but I knew that was just human thinking from the books I had read in the library growing up. Humans were obsessed with avoiding germs and infections. For werewolves, with our aggressive immune systems and rapid healing, common bloodborne sickness was pretty much a fo

but you also had to have their blood injected back into you. But if you got slashed... well, then you were fucked. The bacteria which sat under their nails was deadly. I had to get as much of the scum which sat under the lycan’s claws out from Marley’s skin. If I didn’t, it would continue to taint her blood, fester and would eventually kill her. Once I’d done this, there was only one thing which would save her life... and it wasn't here.

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.

“The kind that leaves corpses looking disturbingly like jerky. The knife marks are similar to a gang attack. Also, the fangs seem to pierce slightly deeper than the average gang members knife, and rather than an absorption of blood it’s an absorption of the water in the bodies.” Ray looked over the pictures, noting the details he had pointed out. “That’s a new one for here.” “Do you have any ideas about what it could be?” “It sounds familiar. I would just need to check the…,” he trailed off as Ash entered the room with Man. Both were armed to go out on patrol.“Hey, Dad, do you have a copy of the Terra Incognita’s Bestiary in the collection here?” he called out loud enough that Ash could hear

The man stared deeply into my eyes. “His blood is your blood.” He turned to Daire “Her blood is your blood” He picked the goblet up and poured the remainder of the liquid on to both of us. “You. Are. Krvna.” The Man Hunched over again The chanting started up again. The liquid started to seep into my skin. It moved to the place that Daire had cut me. It danced on my skin healing the wound. As the wound healed a symbol started to form. A blood red bow with frayed tassels was all that remained. The bow around us slipped away. I could move again. Daire scooped me up into his arms. I hugged him back tightly.

Blood soaked through Jax’s shirt in a dark, spreading stain as he staggered into the motel room, one hand pressed tightly against his shoulder. The sniper’s bullet had only grazed him, but the wound still bled freely, turning his fingers crimson. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs at the sight. She rushed forward, catching him before he could collapse, her hands trembling as they met warm, sticky blood.

I said. I leaned against the warm bone surface. I was fading. The blood loss from the grapple wound in my thigh was making the world spin. "Well, Wulfric," I rasped. "You led me to a dead end." As my hand slid down the bone surface, leaving a streak of red blood, the door reacted. The bone absorbed the blood. The yellow surface turned white. Then pink. Veins of light biological bioluminescence shot out from where my blood had touched it.

With my own internal history left in complete shambles, how was my wolf supposed to shield a newborn cub? By the time Uncle Daniel rushed into the neonatal corridor, only Jess and Brandon remained near the glass pod, their auras heavy with fatigue. “What cargo has your house brought to the floor, Daniel?” Jess asked, his tracker senses instantly locking onto the armored medical case Daniel was gripping. The stencil on the metallic container read: LINEAGE TRANSFUSION KITS. “Live blood,” Daniel responded flatly, his boots never stopping as he marched directly toward the attending healer’s workspace. Jess and Brandon flanked his movement, their eyes wide with disbelief. “Is that a compatible st

I opened the box to find —fifty tiny vials of blood. Before Cristina left to take Guy back to earth, she took some of his blood and stored It In a hidden location on the ship. She knew that one day we may need It If we ever had to leave the planet or in the event of an emergency. Us Bampires on earth needs the blood of a human to survive. If we do not have blood, we will instantly die. It's the only way for our body to modify Itself for us to adapt to earth’s surroundings. It will also change our color of skin. We will no longer look blue. Instead, we will look like a human but with paler skin tones. When Cristina hid this, she did not let anyone know about this except me. The only one she k