Bloodborne Maiden の小説・ストーリー

I kept moving, scanning the tables and rows of equipment until my eyes fell on a particularly familiar folder. It was the Blood Moon file. The very one I’d stolen from Dominic’s study and handed over to Varen. The pages were open and yellow sticky notes scribbled with Varen’s messy handwriting littered the margins. I skimmed through the pages, my eyes darting from line to line. “The raid on my mother’s village…” “The moment Alissa cursed Gregory Bloodhound…” From what I could gather, that bubbling black serum was the key to making Varen immortal. But he was missing something. An ancient magic that he needed to perfect his little experiment.

“Maya!” A vampire woman called out. She has been out in the forest hunting with her daughter who is approaching her adolescence. Being a dhampir she has to struggle during her growing years fighting the powerful thirst for human blood. But as she crossed the threshold of adolescence her thirst gradually came into control and her mother started taking her out to hunt animals. As a child, she was monitored strictly from not going feral and gorging on human blood.

“I have a name older than this house. Older than the bloodline you stumbled into. In the east, where your blood comes from, they do not call me Sapphire. They call me the Carrion Maiden of the Long War. And they do not call me down to heal. They call me down to END things.” “I didn’t know—” “You didn’t know.” Contempt drips from it. “No. You didn’t. You have been handed the oldest and most elegant power left in this rotted world and you have used it to bleed yourself dry over a sparrow. You cannot win a fight on your own — you never have. You stand on nothing but a mate bond you cling to like a child to a railing, and you think yourself worthy to wield ME?” Her teeth bare. “You are not worth

The room pulsed with invisible power. Then the Moon Goddess turned, locked eyes with me, and offered a gentle nod. “Raven,” she greeted me softly. I nodded back. “Moon Goddess.” And just like that, she vanished. Claire was shoved into the room. The thick steel door closed behind her, and the lock clicked. I stood by the wall, arms folded, watching. A few seconds passed. Then it started. Claire screamed. Her whole body convulsed, then curled. She collapsed to the ground, writhing, her skin glowing faintly like she was being burned from the inside.

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.

He enters me with a hiss of his teeth, his eyes roll back in his head and he withdraws, before thrusting inside me again. “Drink from me, little lamb; I can tell you need it,” he murmurs in between thrusts. It’s like my body only knows how to obey his commands; my fangs grow longer and I sink them into the nape of his neck. His blood touches my tongue and it’s only then that I realize that I have been starving myself and our child by only drinking blood bags. My strength returns the more I drink; I feel every bit of weariness leaving my body and, bit by bit, the exhaustion leaves me. Is this what I’ve needed all this time? A Pureblood baby requires not only human blood, but the blood of his

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

"This is where she died." Seraphina felt cold crawl up her spine. "She?" "Eris," Kael said quietly. "A witch who thought she could use her bond with a demon to rewrite fate. Instead, she tore three realms apart." Seraphina hugged her arms around herself. "And you think I'm like her?" He didn't answer right away. "Your magic is the same type. The Bloodbound aren't born they're awakened. Something triggered yours." Her mind raced. "I was normal before this month. Maybe cursed, but not like this."

"It's not, there is a way to reproduce their species." What, that's impossible, you can't reproduce if their all dead. "I don't understand," I say honestly. "Anna, there is said to be a gift that the Moon Goddess gives to the lucky daughter of an Alpha, to be able to reproduce the Lycan species-" "No." I whimper. "Please don't tell me-" "Anna you're the daughter." He states abruptly. "No no no no, please no." I whimper again. "No! No! This is bull shit!" I yell standing up from the couch.