Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Prey Slaughtered

He smiled, lifting the silver lid to present the pan-seared foie gras with truffle sauce. "Grazie." I took the plate. The moment the server turned away, I gave Spettro a look. Spettro quietly tailed him. I placed the foie gras on the table without touching the cutlery. A minute later, Carlo returned to my side, his expression grim. "Two are missing from the kitchen. Three unfamiliar faces slipped in among the new servers." "How many?" I asked. "At least three. The kitchen's secured, but the ballroom—" Gunfire exploded before Carlo could finish his sentence—not just one shot, but three from multiple directions at once.

Because even though he was hit by Code Silver's bullet, he only took 60% of the damage compared to normal because the bullet was blocked by the ice wall, moreover, if Juventus went crazy and released its power completely, then extremely unpredictable results. Brawen carried Julie in her arms, from the beginning until here, she never wanted to hurt anyone, but just thinking about how close Julie was in danger, a feeling of resentment appeared in her heart that made Brawen really want to let go. completely sealed and punished each one to vent his anger. Who said vampires are evil? While what vampires do is only take human blood to live, but in recent years, vampires have only drank animal bloo

I wink at her, just for the sake of fun. "They have their lands only because they're so dangerous, and no one can conquer them. I've heard that only one creature can kill them, but they are almost extinct, or maybe there aren't any left. The bleeders don't stop at feeding on blood. No, they love the process. First, they poke out the victim's eyeballs to make sure their feast won't be able to escape. Then, they skin them alive and inject a small amount of venom from their nails. The venom doesn't kill the victim yet- it keeps the blood fresh and the veins unaffected while the flesh slowly rots. It's a long and painful process. Finally, when they feel the feast is done, they rip out the organs

As Jay had previously said that they would be coming 20 minutes later, so both Jin and Jay Cohen were at the event together exactly as promised, and Jin took the time to get cleaned up first. The atmosphere was so familiar with the shady scenery that colored the meeting. "Jin! Jay! Sit down with us here!" shouted one of the most revered vampire, Robert Moon. There is no food in front of him, the old man is quite rigid when it comes to food. He only wanted the fresh blood of wild boars that his people usually found in the forbidden forest. He had already consumed a lot of wild boar's blood before arriving here, because the presence of wild boars was quite rare when the old vampire traveled to

He’s planning something, I’m sure of it. Her words are not even sinking in, that something horrifying catches my attention. A heavy smell of death lingers in the air, I hear shouting of despair. ‘A newborn vampire.’ Pandora announced. ‘And it’s out of control, slaughtering everybody.’ Panic and adrenaline are surging through my body, I run to the place where the crying for help is heard, and when I get there, I’m faced with a desolate scene. About twenty people, wounded in cold-blood, are lying in a pool of their own blood.

I hear a smirk within the creature's voice while my fighting hands fall away from the gripping beast’s own, allowing my vision to slowly fall into darkness. Wriggling in agony, the creature unexpectedly releases its hold. Opening my unswollen eye as I heave a deep breath, I reluctantly look up to see the creature pulling its blood-soaked claw behind him while raising it past his head, ready to send it thrashing down once more. Anticipating the savage blow, I close my eyes, wincing expectedly, defenceless and ready to take the next hit. Preparing to accept my fate. A swooshing burst of movement rushes past my ears, leaving me in a state of confusion when no apparent pain seems to follow. Than

“I stay alive for my pack. Is that not enough?” Bloodhound Pack. My Pack. We are not a large group of people but that's only because there's no need for us to be. We are vicious killers, people who have spent many years training for a moment in the world when it shows its weakness and we take forceful charge of the entire council, subduing others to our will.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Giulia says as she looks back at me, and my eyebrows furrow. "Really. I thought they were obsessed with blood," I reply, and she shrugs. "They track using a prey's blood, but we have researched them. Since we heal fast and we know they can't kill us with just their bites, we have run experiments. We force a thirsty one to go without food for a few days, and then we put our arms through the bars. The thirsty ones always bite, and we have found that they suck everything out. They have venom in their mouths that liquify most tissues. So they literally suck their prey completely dry. We have dissected squirrels that they have caught, and the theory has been confirmed every time. Our blood kills

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.