Bloodborne Stories Novels & Stories

She couldn't face betrayals anymore. "Ahhh.." Valerie screamed as she forced the sword to apart her skin one last time. This is gonna be the end! This is the end. So my dear readers. This is the end of the FORBIDDEN BLOOD book 1( but not the end of the story.) The story is continued in the sequel of the book FORBIDDEN BLOOD 2 exclusively on B*****t. I want you guys to shower the comment section with your comments as I want you to enlighten me about your thoughts on my story.

Lorissa then chuckled looking at Luciana, who looked like she would do anything to hear the rest of the story. "Go on." "She begged him to tell his people to stop hunting us, and that we would willingly give our blood to them once in a month. The king refused her, saying that once in a month would not be able to satisfy their desires, and he said that the amount of blood that Lycerys wanted to offer her was too small. The king then tried to drink from her, and maybe kill her in the process, but she controlled water from his bathroom and forcing them into his stomach, until it burst open. After that, the vampires came from revenge for killing their king, using and killing the sirens. To save

“It’s the same for us, too.” Skye stayed by my side as we read through the tale. It was much the same as the story David had recounted, only embellished in places; I assumed it had been added to as it was a written copy, rather than an oral tale. The ‘s’s all looked like fancy ‘f’s, and it was handwritten in looping cursive, with black ink. It read: The Bloodstone Vampyre

Marisol’s eyes go to Cleo’s round belly, a sudden thought causing her to pause in her drinking. Marisol had studied humans to an obsession and knew that a human can hemorrhage and bleed out very quickly when pregnant with a normal human fetus, and that risk was nearly ten times more when a vampire fetus is concerned. She also remembered an old vampire wives' legend that states: for vampire couples that are having trouble having a Vampire can, by using the pure, innocent blood of a Dhampir to paint certain ancient symbols over their wombs and having both male and female drink that same Dhampir blood, conception was heightened to near guaranteed.

“Do you know, when I was just a young girl, I fell in love with the idea of living as a normal human, but I couldn’t because I was born as a lynx. My family was never perfect, nor the place I live in, but it was still my home. After I gave birth to my son, a rumor broke out that the blood of a certain clan of werewolves would give a person immortality. Then followed by purges after purges, then that kingdom sank and was lost in the sea.” Zane was suspicious, blood? She could still recall how her blood would boil when it touched the ground and how it quickly evaporated when taken out. Growing up, her Uncle and Aunt would always tell her not to let anyone know of her blood. And how Gaile went

A renaissance of blood. This unnatural renaissance has spread to the natural world as well. Enchanted pollen spreads from tree to shrub to flower, allowing plants to survive without the sun. In the blood seas, the fish are changing into large, carnivorous beasts. Always, there are tales of things that should not be: giant bat-like monsters that speak the tongue of man; rare lilitu bloodlines that change shape and sex; and even a pair of immortals that, against all logic, have managed to conceive a child.

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

My hands immediately flew to the waist band, grabbing it before it could fully come off my waist. “I… I haven't bathed since the attack,” I muttered under my breath, shame lacing my voice as I shrunk into the bed. Traveling for weeks through areas ridden with radiations that killed people on site, I knew I would be stinking down there. The radiation itself couldn't kill me, that I knew, but an infected water might. I wasn't willing to take the chances with that… and I was paying for that decision now. I gripped the waistband tighter, forcing it back up. “You… you don't want to–”

Tears now dripping on her cheeks and she wiped it away. "Let me tell you something" she continued. "Mira is an elemental Badblood. Elemental Badbloods are those who can harness and manipulate the forces of nature. Make use of the fire, the earth below, the water, those who can summon the wind, those who can manipulate the plants and those who can command the animals. But fire, wind , and water elementals are rare. There are also Badblood who can transform into animals, some have super strength, some can fly, some have the power of sight and knowledge, and many more. But the powerful of all Badbloods are the Inkur. Those who were given the power of life and death, those who draw power from th