Bloodborne Stories Novels & Stories

Stranger: The Miracle Babies (Completed) My other stories on D****e and Yugto App: Hiding My Childhood Lover’s Son (Khiel Maximo Guevarra) – Completed Brent Ethan Ferrer: My Ex-Lover Doctor-Completed Silent Battles – Free and Completed Ashen Veil | The Assassin’s Collaboration The first ones are romantic comedies. Silent Battles is a tearjerker, focusing on depression awareness.

So I just said, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve had any.” “Yeah, me too,” she said. That’s when her mom yelled at us to stop talking and get some sleep. We both yelled "okay” and turned over. We left the candle glowing in the corner so we could find our stuff in case we needed to go pee. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not after Sally’s vivid, no-filter storytelling about her sex life. She’d lit a fire in me that wasn’t going out anytime soon. It was too hot under the blanket. I kicked it off. I needed to cum—bad. I was still soaked just from listening to her.

“It means you might be more than any of us realized.” Luca’s fists clenched at his sides. “Enough riddles, Damien. If you know something, say it.” Damien met his gaze evenly. “You’re the one with all the history books, Silverclaw. Ever heard of wolves born with more than just enhanced senses? With abilities beyond shifting?” Luca’s expression flickered—a moment of recognition. Eve caught it immediately. “Luca,” she pressed. “Tell me.” Luca hesitated, then exhaled sharply. “There are legends. Stories about those born of the Blood Moon.”

“Why?” “I had an accident during one of the camp meetings. In the course of walking aimlessly, I fell on some piece of barbed wire, and I hurt myself so badly that the bleeding didn’t stop. First aid didn’t help, and I had to go to three different hospitals before the wound healed. I still have the mark, though,” Robert said, showing Steph a spot next to his ankle. “That was unfortunate. I have never done this before,” Steph answered. “What have you done before. Tell me about the days before your career as a journalist.”

The attic of the old Victorian in Salem smelled of cedar, dried sage, and the sharp metallic bite of charged mercury. Moonlight poured through the tall, arched window in pale shafts, catching on the salt-and-chalk circle etched into the wide-plank floorboards. At its center stood Rowan Hale, twenty-nine, barefoot, wearing only a sheer black slip that clung to her full breasts and wide hips, the silk so thin her dark nipples showed through. Her locs hung loose down her back, threaded with tiny silver beads that glinted like stars. In her left hand she held an obsidian athame; in her right, a small copper bowl filled with her own blood, crushed night-blooming jasmine, and powdered star-anise.

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.

My eyes stared at his face then to the monitor Memories flooded my mind.. our first date, our wedding. All the laughter, the fights, the quiet nights. All leading to this moment. I felt numb, like I was floating above the scene. Zora's voice was muffled, as if she was calling from far away. I couldn't process the words, couldn't move. My world had just shattered, and I was stuck in the wreckage. The pain would come later, but for now, I was frozen, trapped in this moment of loss.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

"You told me you don't know who. I believe you don't know the name. But you know something about them. You don't get to eighteen months inside an operation without picking up texture. What do you know?" He's quiet. His broken finger is purple now, the knuckle grotesquely swollen, and there's blood drying on his chin from the lip Declan split, and he has the look of a man who has been making calculations for the last twenty minutes and keeps arriving at the same answer, which is that he is out of leverage and what's left is just deciding how much more of this he wants before he says everything he knows. "They called them the Ghost," he says finally. "That's all I ever heard. The Ghost. Someon

“Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is so strong they cannot fight it, even though they know it is dangerous.” Lucian’s voice dropped lower. “Dangerous. Like a mysterious guest and the beautiful young housekeeper who keeps entering his room. Does that story interest you?” My pulse quickened. “It might. But it is just a fantasy. I need this job, Lucian. I cannot afford to lose it.”