Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Graphic

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.

- Bobby BOBBY/MANA: 40/100 *tag* the hunter step away has been blocked! the hunter change its move and now attacking to Bobby! "BARRIER!"- Bobby BOBBY/MANA: 30/100 *TANG!* "GWOO!"- Bobby Bobby now is coughing blood! the Hunter feels the danger and now trying to jump upward the barrier!! "no! BARRIER!!"- Bobby *TANG!* the HUNTER NOW has been sealed inside the barrier!! and its only way out is on its side but on that side, Timothy was there!

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

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

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.