Bloodborne Picture Novels & Stories

“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 had been trying so hard to keep everyone safe, but it seemed like trouble kept finding us. “Show me the bodies,” I said, standing up from my desk. Jaxon led me to where the bodies were being kept. When I saw them, I could immediately tell this wasn’t the work of a regular animal or even a normal Bloodburn. The wounds were strange, almost like they had been made by claws but not quite. “I think it might be wild animals,” Jaxon said, studying the marks on the victims. “Maybe wolves from another territory.” I shook my head. I knew better than that. These wounds had a different smell to them, a different energy. This was definitely the work of a Bloodborne, but not like any I had fought before

They searched and found an abandoned building with a basement. There they found Britt laying in the pool of her own blood. No inch of her skin was devoid of holes or gashing wounds. The wounds on her fingers were more severe and some had rot, maggots feasted upon her rotten flesh. They rushed her to the secret house and called upon Ruben’s emergency doctor. For cases where they could go to the hospital due to the nature of their work, the doctor proved useful to them.

"I do see something in it, but barely." "Well, it's there. There's both wolfsbane and silver in the blood. This is true for the three patients I have tested since I got here." "When did you get here?"I asked, recalling the last time I had seen him. It was at one of the meetings when he checked my mother as well as Tyrell.

“Are you even sure these reports are my son’s?” Dr. Zamini exhaled and silently turned her laptop toward Angela. The screen lit up with a full-body scan. Axel’s scan. “I’m not talking about physical disability,” she clarified gently. “It’s internal. His body looks fine but his blood isn’t.” She pointed to the highlighted sections on the screen. “There’s a virus in his bloodstream, Angela.” Angela leaned closer, her vision blurring. “Around seventy percent of his blood is infected,” Dr. Zamini continued. “It has merged with his system completely. It’s circulating through his entire body.”

I run into the woods, blood, I need blood. I sniff, there's a human in here, I look around, noticing two elderly couple walking and smiling at each other. I lick my lips. I speed in front of them which startled them. I quickly grab the old man neck and suck out all the blood in his vain, making the old lady scream. The man fell from my hand lifelessly, my eyes turn red, my demons showing itself, I look at the terrified woman before grabbing her and finishing what I started. *****"**

The storage room was dark. The hallway light poured in from behind Derrick, illuminating a large stain of dark red across the floor. It stretched from the doorway where he stood all the way to the corner of the room. I was slumped against the wall with my head tilted slightly to one side. A dried wound cut across my temple. The area around it had swollen into a massive purple bruise, so swollen that one of my eyes was nearly unrecognizable. Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears.

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

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

I’m not one to judge other people’s culture, but this is strange. “Get on the couch, Caroline,” she urges gently, and I do just that. I lay on the couch, belly exposed and looked straight at the ceiling. Salvatore stays close. One of the … nurses takes a drop of my blood. I watch as she takes a drop of Seb’s blood, too, and hands it to Belle, who prays again. Curiously, I watch as our merged blood in the vial starts to turn amber. My heart races because the blood seems to be moving.