Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Story

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

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.

********* Bohden's POV In our race, nothing feels better than having a good blood bag at your disposal. It doesn't only bring peace to your heart but also straightens your powers and makes you the most powerful. Anyone can be a blood bag and they are everywhere but the good blood bags are very rare, the people of my kind have been hunting for then and taking them under their wings, bounding them to themselves. For the past 300 years, I have never come across such a good scent of blood, the smell of it so hypnotising and alluring that it pulls you to it, making you lose your sanity completely.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

she shrugged. "So do you believe in that?" I asked, ignoring her overly possessive remark. "You mean those legends about half-blood children?" she said. "Well, no." "Why not?" Octavia just looked at me as if I had zero IQ. "Does your butt look like you're missing a tail?" she asked back. I had to bite my lips from screaming at her. "But why are there such legends about dhampires and stuff like that in the books?" "That might be true for defective genes to occur in a human-vampire relationship," Octavia said casually. "But the same with humans and humans. You know how genetics can mess up sometimes, don't you?"

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!

“Written by the original guardians who forged the curse to bind the darkness.” John glanced at the tome’s cover etched with the same symbol as the obsidian heart. “So this is the origin?” “Yes,” the keeper said, stepping back into the shadows. “And within these pages lie the key to ending the curse or unleashing it fully.” Sarah opened the tome carefully. The words revealed a tale of an ancient lineage the Bloodborne whose sacrifice sealed away a monstrous power known as the Hollow. But the Hollow was not destroyed; it was imprisoned within the heart, guarded by the blood vow’s descendants.

I kept moving, scanning the tables and rows of equipment until my eyes fell on a particularly familiar folder. It was the Blood Moon file. The very one I’d stolen from Dominic’s study and handed over to Varen. The pages were open and yellow sticky notes scribbled with Varen’s messy handwriting littered the margins. I skimmed through the pages, my eyes darting from line to line. “The raid on my mother’s village…” “The moment Alissa cursed Gregory Bloodhound…” From what I could gather, that bubbling black serum was the key to making Varen immortal. But he was missing something. An ancient magic that he needed to perfect his little experiment.