Bloodborne Stories Novels & Stories

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

He’d turned over one hundred vampires since then; more than half of them males who he was sure to sexually and emotionally desensitize in the same manner Bartholomew did with him. The sound of the key in the lock of the front door caught his immediate attention. “Where have you been?” he grumbled in a voice that hinted of a British accent long lost. “I’m sorry master,” Peter said with a thick southern drawl. “There is a new manager at the blood bank. I had to call in Seth to convince her to let us have the blood.” “Was Seth thorough?” Malcolm asked with a tone that displayed only half-interest in Peter’s recent trials.

Dedari thought his ears was burning with the little piece of information Rich had just rattled out. "What? You are already tired of hearing??? But that's not all. According to their filthy society which hunts the supernatural, he has vampire blood in him, the undead to be precise. I had hacked into their security systems to discover a confidential report which had told the story of a small human boy who had lost his memories after being abused by a vampire continuously…" Rich continued, gritting his teeth the next second when Dedari shouted at him to end the charade. "Didn't you hear me the first time?" Dedari asked Rich who just shrugged before dropping the tablet on the table, and slumping

I blinked, confused, but stood up from my chair and walked over to his side of the table. "The bond's mindlink is completely different from this one we are creating," Quinn explained in a low, even voice. "Think of this like... a group chat space, if you will." I nodded, picking up the knife from the table. A small part of my brain screamed that it was very unsanitary to cut myself with a blade that many other men had just used, but I knew that was just human thinking from the books I had read in the library growing up. Humans were obsessed with avoiding germs and infections. For werewolves, with our aggressive immune systems and rapid healing, common bloodborne sickness was pretty much a fo

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

"Is that what we would have done in the pool house, if we hadn't gotten caught?" "Five minutes later and my brother would have walked in and found me dripping in virgin blood." He moves us further into the building's shadow, his hands finally finding my bottom and punishing it. "Feels like it's mine to take, but it ain't." His teeth press into my cheek. Hard. "But I'll still kill any motherfucker for even thinking about taking it. It don't make no sense." "Yes, it does," I moan as he presses me back against the building, his bulk wedging between my legs. "We didn't ask for your brother and my mom to get married. It's not our fault."

Unfortunately for her, I wasn't the same naive Lydia Cohen anymore. If she wanted to play games, I'd play better. I had been slaughtered at my in-laws' house in my last life, and my father died without an intact body. I was going to make her pay, one thing at a time.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

Maybe I should do my independent research without my vampire guru this time. I tossed the books on my bed when I reached home. Mom was going to be real late tonight for she had a night shift at the hospital. I would read about vampires for once and for all. Then I snatched one of the nearest books and began skimming it on my bed. One book was about the history, origins and other general information about vampires, and also another was all about the folkloric tales and legends of various cultures and places. Only a few pages mentioned about the children of vampires and humans. And of course, they were exactly what Cammie had told me. I slammed the book shut.

To my surprise, a flash of jealousy dances across her terrified eyes. “Only Caius has ever laid a hand on me like that,” I corrected quickly. “He’s the only immortal who has fed on me. I just mean that neither of them has hurt me.” I leave out the small detail that Naman has also fed from me...and that he died because of it. This is hard enough for Rebecca; I can't imagine that her finding out that my blood is now toxic and could be used as a weapon of war would make this any easier.