Bloodborne Graphic Novels & Stories

Blood pooled below him as he tried to save himself in a futile attempt. Grayson drew his hand back, but grunted as a knife was thrown, piercing the right side of his mid abdomen. Grayson knew immediately it wasn't just any knife, nor was it clean. He felt the burn of silver, and a foreign substance coursing through his body at an alarming rate. He looked up and saw the Commander drawing his hand back with another knife that never left his hand. Xavier tackled him and ripped his head off before he ever had a chance to throw the second blade.

“Do you like me like this, baby brother?” His body looked disfigured. There were three bullet wounds on his body; one by his side–close to his ribs, one by his waist–right above his waistband, and the other on his shoulder. They had been covered by a band aid. Just as Hayden stared at the wounds, Jarrod ripped out the band aid, exposing the skin underneath. As the band aid was ripped, the open skin emitted a small liquid, a mixt of yellow and red. Now bare to Hayden’s eyes, he could see that they looked gnarly and a tad bit infected.

Along the way, he put on a long robe, before leaving without forgetting to check the barrier in the room along with the expression of the girl on the bed. Brawen was lying on the bed, on her small body were red ropes wrapped around her body, under the bed was a purple circle with intricate markings. This is one of the temporary sealing barriers of Vampires. The early silver had been completely destroyed by Brawen's power earlier, and the wound had completely healed, leaving only a small scar. But because Brawen's body was still "human", being shocked twice in a row led to Brawen now having a terrible fever.

It crawled over my skin and made every instinct in my body scream step back, I didn’t. Mara’s fingers hovered near the silver jutting from his shoulder. It looked like a hooked barb, small and cruel, buried just below the collarbone. The skin around it had gone an awful grey red, veins darkening outward in thin branches. “Silver barb,” Mara snapped. “Possible compound contamination. He’s fighting a shift.” Colton moved one step. The entire clearing reacted. James caught his arm. Gideon’s cane struck the ground once, sophia went rigid and Bailey made a small frightened sound from behind me.

“This is how we get it.” Their gazes clashed long enough to spark. Finally Alpha Malric looked at me instead. “You can refuse,” he said. I held his eyes. “I will not.” Something moved behind his expression then, something like reluctant pride wrapped in fear. “Do it,” I told Orrin. The needle pricked my finger. A drop of my blood welled. Orrin let one drop of the infected sample meet it on the glass plate. Instead of spreading dark, the corruption thinned. The color paled, then broke apart like smoke in wind.

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

They are hideous by any standard. “But there are stories that every now and then,” the professor continued, “something goes awry in the transmission process when a victim is bitten. The result of such an occurrence is a flawed creature, without the powers of a true vampire. Vampires have a name for such a creature—grafhym. The chief marker for a grafhym, it is said by most accounts, is that they have but one fang instead of two.”

A high-priority emergency alert from the Silvermoon Healing Council flashed across the glass in bold, crimson runes: ALERT: EMERGENCY BLOOD TRANSFUSION REQUIRED FOR ISOLDE ASHBOURNE. PATIENT IS EXPERIENCING EARLY FETAL DISTRESS. DNA MATCH CONFIRMED WITH THORNCROFT DIRECT BLOODLINE.

Foul blood splattered onto the ground as the corpse collapsed heavily. Without breaking stride, I continued to push deeper into the vehicle exhibition area. When I encountered two or three zombies clustered together, I remained unhurried. My bayonet slashed horizontally and stabbed vertically, each strike precisely hitting a vital point. Chunks of flesh and foul blood splattered around me, drenching me in the stinking gore.

It was just a slight cut but it was enough for it to bleed. Her head snapped back up and the red glow was back. I shook my head, horror in my eyes as she lunged towards me, her fangs pure white as it sunk into my palm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she fed from me until suddenly she wasn’t. “Are you okay?” I looked up, my blurred eyes taking in Logan and his twenty brothers. Through my hazy vision, I noticed that his skin was bright red and a weird smell oozed from him… like burning flesh.