Bloodborne Maiden Novels & Stories

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

The air grew thick, oppressive, charged with magic so dense Selene could barely breathe even though this was just a memory. “I curse your bloodline,” Moira intoned, her voice echoing with otherworldly power. “Every heir will be bound to a human woman fragile, mortal, temporary. She will carry your child, and that child will feed on her life force like a parasite. She will die in agony, and you will watch, helpless. And with each death, you will lose yourself—your humanity, your sanity, your soul—until there’s nothing left but the beast.” The first heir’s face paled. “You can’t-”

When they had brought her, he had pushed her into the room and locked it from the outside, he and the other sentinels had left. The girl had cried her hearts out before she entered the Royal Chamber room, only keeping quiet as she was pushed in, knowing that any noise coming from her would make her have a death more painful than the one her fellow late breeders had encountered in the past. She was just the daughter of one of the breeders, she had been born in the Vampires realm. Her human mother had been brought in when the agreement period she had with the vampires for a favour they had granted her in the past was over and she had to repay her debt to the Vampires by searing new breeders fo

Not one of them,but all of them. My eyes moved from figure to figure, not certain if I was shocked or afraid or both. The air swirled, bearing with it a voice, neither masculine nor female, that whispered Andronika Born-in-Fire, child of two bloods, we see you. Then the figures disappeared.

Not yet. Grayson caught the blood in a small crystal vial, then held it up to the torchlight. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the blood began to glow—soft at first, then brighter, pulsing with an inner light that cast strange shadows across the chamber. The room went silent. "Old magic," someone whispered. "Gods above, it's true." "Vale blood carries the ancient gift," Grayson confirmed, stoppping the vial and tucking it away. "Rare beyond measure. Powerful beyond estimation. And entirely *yours* if the price is right."

"It-it will cost...my life..." Aiden sank to the ground, his sole leg buckling like sodden paper beneath him. He reached blindly to touch the large paw of the hound who moved to his side curiously, shuddering at the cold feel of the claws. "Babi cares not for you. But for the power your body will have. The blood of a virgin, however soiled with the pestilence of life and excess, is rare and grand for any magic."

Jeff crushed the maid brutally before collapsing back to himself, dazed and horrified. Arwenna stood up, her voice cold. "Do you know which specie this maid came from?". Arwenna stepped closer. She was a Shadeborn, a special kind of specie from the Banshee bloodline". Jeff's eyes froze, his eyes wide in terror as his gaze flicked from the corpse back to Arwenna. "You know what that means right". Arwenna patted his cheeks. "She'll come for you... To destroy your soul. To deform it. To make sure you never, ever rest ".

Her presence was surprisingly comforting. After a few minutes of silence, a knock at the door broke the calm. I grumbled in annoyance, motioning for Emmeline to open the door. A maid entered with my dinner, bowing before me. "Greetings, my Lord." I waved in response, and she set my food on the table. As she worked, I caught the scent of a blood witch. How could a blood witch be a maid? They were the most powerful witches, known for their longevity and bourgeois lifestyle. They possessed the ability to see visions and the past, helping them navigate the world.

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”

Mira frowned. “No,” Nadine said. “Another carrier.” The signal led them to an abandoned wing of the school—a corridor blocked off by illusion wards. They passed through and found a girl. Maybe thirteen. Curled in the corner of an empty study hall. Eyes blank. Hair silver. Hands glowing with soft frequency pulses. Carl froze. “Do you feel that?” he whispered. Ophelia nodded. The girl wasn’t a normal Bloodborn. She was a Frequency Core. Mira knelt beside the girl gently. “What’s your name?”