Bloodborne Story 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"

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

“Tara won’t tell?” “She won’t remember.” I breathe, unclipping the metallic wolf heads at my shoulders. They hit the table with a dull thud. “You knew I disliked her?” He sounds closer when he answers, “You were watching her the whole night with a murderous glare, and I only had my eye on you.” “Does it not hurt when you…” I trail off, imagining what it would feel to have him drink my blood. His hands slip around my waist, his lips pressing against my neck. “I'm Bloodborn—a halfling. It only hurts when a Bloodsworn vampire—one turned from a human—feeds.”

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

“So… Do you guys actually drink blood? Like, for real?” She shrugged, casual as if we were talking about coffee orders. “Some do. Just like some humans hurt people. There’s good and bad in everything. You’d be surprised how many of us live quietly, slipping through the world unnoticed. The scary stories? They’re either warnings… or cover-ups.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. “What about me?” My voice barely scraped out. “Kelvin… bit me. What happens now? Am I going to… die?”

Stephen explained a bit. "Ohhh that's why everyone was tense when I first entered the office. And Max left the office when I had the finger cut". Callum exclaimed and Max nodded. "Yes. Among all of us, Max has the least tendency of blood tolerance. Because he still prefers Human blood unlike us. And mostly unlike me. Because I don’t feed on human blood. Like only once or twice. Otherwise I am happy to be a lion hunter". Stephen smiled. "So that wasn't the Red Cherry Wine you were drinking". Callum thought for a while and then his eyes were wide again. Stephen looked at him and laughed out loud.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

I would think about that next time. He loosened himself from me and placed a kiss on my forehead. He took my hand in his as we made our way back to the pack house. "You're barely left with almost two weeks to fight at Blood Loom. You have to be prepared." I nodded as we both took turns in our various rooms. He wanted to go see his mother, and I just wanted to stay back in my room and think about what I overheard him and Darson talking about two days ago. The Frostborn were not far from us. They had started infiltrating different parts of Veridian. I heard they emit something like fire. And you had burned up if they touched you. A few families that have been touched by this incident confirm i

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

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.