Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Stories

The trial didn’t feel like a victory; it felt like an autopsy. For six months, the world peered into the jagged, hollowed-out remains of the Laredo empire, picking through the bones of Ares Holdings and the “Contingency Fund” with a voyeuristic hunger. Every headline was a fresh bruise: The Incestuous Titan, The Silent Mother, The Girl in the Glass Cage.

"That movement. That's alive. Too fast. Too clean. No rot." Nero surged under my skin, his hackles raised, his voice bristling. "HUNTER..." Rowan's voice dropped. "That's a Bloodborn..." The word hit like a blade. Old stories flashed in my brain. Old warnings rose up. The things the pack didn't say near campfires because naming them felt like invitation. I heard Savannah's breath hitch behind me. I realized too late she had heard the word. Rowan's jaw clenched. "If a Bloodborn is on our line, this isn't a probe anymore."

In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black. "There is a beautiful vulnerability to the human body," the Director said. He sounded entirely conversational, his voice smooth and untroubled over the sound of my ragged, choked breathing. "We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw."

“That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.” Dominic raised a brow. “Off, how?” “She interfered in an execution. Tried to save the target Bianca Leone was supposed to kill. No weapon, no plan… she just reacted. Out of emotion.” Dominic leaned back in his chair. “So, she’s foolish.” “Maybe,” Scorpion said. “Or maybe she’s just… not like them.” Dominic looked up, waiting. “She was in medical school,” Scorpion continued. “Dropped out after her parents died. she wanted to be a doctor.

Just Ophelia Wolfe, in a plain shirt, standing in front of a cracked emblem once worn by Velgrave’s top brass. “You don’t know me,” she began. “But you’ve lived in the world my kind helped build — and suffered for it.” “We are the Bloodborn. Not accidents. Not threats. But people.” “Velgrave tried to erase us. Control us. Destroy us.” “But they failed.” Behind her, silhouettes of her team came into view. Ezra. Carl. Lilith. Tobias. Nina. “To every person who has ever been silenced… experimented on… lied to… we see you.”

He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror. And she learned of the Crimson Zone, a place of darkness and despair, a prison built not of stone, but of blood and magic. She learned of its origins, its purpose, its secrets. The Crimson Zone was a place of torment, a hell on earth, a prison designed to contain the most dangerous and powerful vampires in the world. It was a place where hope was extinguished, where souls were lost, where the darkness reigned supreme.

That memory haunted him and it always would. A lot of shit haunted Gage. Dead bodies didn’t bother him anymore since the first one he saw had been his mother’s. One day she’d been reading him a story and tucking him into bed after Hunter had already gone to sleep and the next day she was in her bathtub, bleeding out as he watched her. ** “Gage … I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Gage stood next to the bathtub and stroked her hair. The blood ran down her arms and mingled with the water. Her nightdress was soaked through and her breathing was shallow. Gage looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead softly.

“Phase One: Fusion of bloodlines. Phase Two: Genetic memory anchoring. Phase Three: Transfer of consciousness. Phase four: code planting.” It didn’t make sense. And yet it did. All of it. Everything about my dreams, the way I saw things before they happened, the flashes of memories that weren’t mine— Ricardo appeared beside me. “What is it?” I handed him the binder. “They… it.. a lot.” He paled. “God,” he muttered. “The war between the Morettis and Rossis... it was never about money or power. It was about this.” He looked up at me.

Bobby holds his hand out to me, followed by Chuck. "Thank you for helping with them," I reply while wrapping my arms around Tatum. "So, what do you do with the bodies?" "We leave them here. If they check for evidence, all they'll find is gorilla and grizzly DNA. They'll just go down as more New York cold cases." Tatum leads me down the trail back to the car. Bobby and Chuck follow us. We say our goodbyes and head to the apartment. With it being so late, we decided not to drive back to the Hamptons. I can't wait to get the other six that attacked me once my gorilla comes. Gorilla justice is the best justice.

Her skin seemed colder. Her lips were a bit blue and appeared to be a bit of blood inside her nostrils. My body shook with fear. Widened eyes refused to unseen the view. My heart leaped into my throat as I shrunk back and stood there voiceless. "She died seventy years ago, but even today, her blood flows out of her vein proves this place is cursed." His words throbbed inside me. I left with nothing but a numb body when he explained further.