Bloodborne Graphic Novels & Stories

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.

Gabrielle said fearfully. “I know, I know, but the only viable way to find some sort of cure using my blood is that way,” I said confidently. "I could verify that what Daemon said was true, and like it or not, having an infected person in the lab would be a good thing. Or at the very least, blood and dead tissue samples." “You're really serious,” Gabrielle said incredulously. "I don't want to sound stale, but you have to think about the baby you're carrying in your belly. Exposing yourself like that to silk sickness is dangerous."

"They aren't trying to disable the convoy. This is a targeted hit. They knew our route." Outside, the heavy chatter of automatic rifles suddenly died down, replaced by the crunch of tactical boots marching purposefully over broken glass and wet gravel. Jarrah reached for his sidearm at his hip, but his left arm collapsed beneath him, sending a fresh wave of agony across his face. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the floorboard, forcing his right hand to rack the slide of his pistol. Through the torn-open side of the vehicle, the thick coastal fog swirled into the cab, bringing with it the smell of burning diesel and blood.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

"Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!" ​Seraphina looked at the green rune on the floor. She looked at the hounds closing in on Kael. He was fighting three at once, his movements slowing as the creatures' icy breath drained his warmth. ​She didn't have a knife. She looked at the sharp, broken edge of a crystal vase on the nightstand. She grabbed it and, without letting herself think, sliced it across her palm. ​"Please work," she whispered. ​She slammed her bleeding hand onto the center of the green rune.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Each received a different colored label. Bloodborne Infection Screening. Unknown Pathogen Detection. Mutation Analysis. The medic held the final vial beneath a scanner. A soft green light swept across the sample. Waiting for the results Three long seconds passed then the machine chimed. Negative. The medic finally looked up. "No signs of infection." Sera nodded once. "Next screening in twelve hours." She stepped aside while another hunter entered the booth. Jonas stood two stations away. "You pass?" She held up the small clearance tag now clipped to her belt. "You?"

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

As soon as I exited the shower, more coughs sounded in my small washroom. Was I sick? Did Libby infect me? Was that possible? While I wasn’t confident in all my knowledge of werewolves, it had seemed I’d previously been immune to sickness and illness. Even Lucy had said as much two days earlier. But coughing now, my lungs heavy, and snot beginning to run from my nose, I couldn’t imagine what else it could be.