Bloodborne Stories Novels & Stories

It is because I can feel it, and it is real. The sounds of metal clashing against each other and flesh tearing alongside the yells of the vampires fighting against each other woke Amber from her thoughts as Jade neared the grounds of Polis. Each second she hears them, it cuts her deep inside and she would always have a feeling that her ‘people’ are dying. But just like always, there was nothing she could do. As soon as Jade set her on the ground, away from the battle scene, Bathilda and Samantha came running to them and Samantha announced immediately, “It is the Lifebloods.”

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

I NEED BLOOD, I NEED MORE ENERGY" Linx replied as white fangs popped out and his eyes became red and swollen, before I could say another word, Linx vamp sped out of the house, I tried to follow him, but I couldn't catch up, as he is a hundred years older than I am It got to a point he stopped, because we had gotten to an open area, He turned left, he saw two men bringing and injured patient out of an ambulance, the sight of blood made him feel relieved. "Blood" Linx clamoured as all eyes around were on Linx, I noticed him trying to hide himself from sun rays, I took a look at his bracelet, I was getting dried, so was mine, we took shelter at the nearest shade, I told him to wait there while

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

But even that was vague, as if whoever wrote it had been trying not to leave a full account, as if it had been erased. I grabbed another book, this one focused on magical instability. The symptoms sounded too familiar: loss of control, unpredictable surges, emotional flares, physical reactions. Most cases cited were cursed or hexed beings, but in a few margins, there were notes, handwritten, about bloodlines awakening under stress. Inherited power resurfaced after generations of dormancy—a fireborn echo. I sat back and rubbed my eyes.

I barely knew how she did what she did myself, but something told me it had something to do with the copious amounts of her blood I could smell on her. "That wasn't natural, Sol," Serin said softly. I knew he was trying not to anger me. He didn't want to insult Mia, but his confusion was understandable. "Don't you remember the old stories?" "The old stories?" Sarah asked as she looked up at both of us. "Fictional stories," I stressed to both of them. "Bedtime stories our mothers would tell us." "They were cautionary tales, Sol, of half-bloods who could wipe out entire villages and kingdoms if they chose to."

He shuffled off through a side door, leaving me alone with the smell of paper and a guard who looked too bored to stare at me for long. I drifted between the shelves, not quite wandering, not quite obeying. Most of the volumes were labeled in terse, faded script: BIRTHS. DEATHS. BONDINGS. DEBTS. ADOPTIONS. My skin prickled. This place held the stories of everyone who mattered to Bloodthorn. Who’d been born here, who’d died, who owed what. And somewhere, filed away like a receipt no one cared about, was the official lie they’d told about me.

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

“Then we’ll give them something else to fear.” Darius crossed his arms. “You’re not alone anymore, Ava. Let the gods tremble.” Marcus gave a slow nod. “Let them come.” The seer placed a gentle hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Then it begins. The countdown to the blood moon. The war of old blood and new.” Ava looked toward the dark sky beyond the chamber’s stone ceiling, her eyes steady, her voice clear. “Let the gods watch. I was born of dusk and twin blood… but I will rise as something they never foresaw.”

I tried to crawl but then I fell on my back, weak as my muscles trembled in pleasure, my pheromone thickening around me. I heard rushed footsteps. Not one. Multiple. My heart sank rapidly, but that single sensation made heat spread violently as if, for some reason, I was looking forward to some relief. “What's that scent?” My ears caught onto the words, before three men came into view. They looked like soldiers who led slaves down to the quarry to work. Boots stained, face ….. I don’t have time to analyse, all I wanted was relief, but not from them. It had to be the alpha, that was the plan. These soldiers would shamelessly take me and offer nothing but brutality.