Bloodborne Maiden Novels & Stories

But Orea was in a much more severe state. She entered the cage and went towards Orea and checked her: She looked totally drained and pale, then Lillian remembered that the evil demoness, Mirage Maja was a rare type of Succubino leech. That can drain the life force off especially the Succubinno females to gain or increase her special powers. She could drain the life force off males too, to replenish her strength but it was only the life force of females that can also do that and more importantly, can maintain and give her other special powers, such as the power of flight and of creating force fields and such. But Orea was alive, still unconscious but alive. Because Lillian could see her chest

At the temple's core, hooded figures knelt in a circle around a sunken dais, their chants a low, guttural drone that reverberated through the ground like the heartbeat of some ancient beast. At the center of the dais stood a throne of bones—femurs, spines, and skulls fused together by dark magic. Seated on the throne was a woman draped in black and crimson silk, her presence both regal and terrifying. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, veins visible like fine cracks in porcelain. But it was her eyes that truly marked her—red as freshly spilled blood, gleaming with hunger. She was Morrakai. The Blood Witch.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back. I never expected it to return in this way. After thinking for a moment, I asked another question. “What about Harriet? “Is she still out there? “Is she okay?” The system seemed to search for the answer. A few moments later, it replied: [Harriet's consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her original will and desires.] [No abduction records.] [No residual trauma memories.] [She now exists as an entirely new individual.] [She has a loving family and relatives who cherish her.]

But it was the way his gaze locked onto me that made my blood turn to ice. “Why is he looking at me like that?” I whispered, heart thundering in my chest. Abaddon’s face tightened. “Your blood,” he snarled. “He still hasn’t learned to control himself around fresh human blood. Fuck.” Before I could blink, Abaddon scooped me into his arms and took off, snow exploding beneath his feet as he raced toward the house. The wind howled past us, my hair whipping against my face as I clutched his neck.

she smiles. She’s probably right. Every full moon, Cordelia and sometimes her sister Claudia come out to help us and take care of the children that haven’t turned yet. I don’t know what other packs that don’t have humans or witches to help them do. Our alliance with Delia’s coven is the only reason we’ve survived this long and we all know it. “We should hurry this along,” Bo says, looking up at the sky.

A mother’s voice rang out, sharp and trembling as she faced them. “I will never…I will never sacrifice her!” A cold and commanding voice of an old man, cut through the room. “For two hundred years, our family has fed on female blood. It is tradition. It is necessary.” The mother’s hands shook as she gripped the tiny figure of her daughter. “No… this is not her fate. she’s just a child! How can you all be so cruel?!”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

She was halfway across to her car when Sarah felt extreme pain emanating from her belly which forced her to grasp her abdomen. "No!... No! Not now!" she zealously protested. "This couldn't be happening again!" But the pain was too much. She couldn't bear it any longer. As a creature born out of the blood moon her destiny to metamorphose into a manananggal each time there is a blood moon is inevitable. Sharp bones protruded from her shoulders and with no warning bat wings emerged. She let out a loud deafening cry that echoed through the night as her upper torso separated itself from her lower limbs. With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness.

“And what does that have to do with me?” The Bloodsmith at her left, a woman with a voice as sharp as steel, answered, “You, Lady Gaia, are a descendant of the ancient bloodlines tied to the Moon Goddess herself. Your blood carries the purity we need to restore the heartstone’s fragment to its former glory. Without it, Dreadfall—and all who live here—will crumble.” Her breath caught. “You want... my blood?” “Not all of it,” the silver-eyed elder assured her, though his tone carried little comfort. “A ritual. A small sacrifice to save countless lives. You would become a savior, a legend.”