Bloodborne Story Novels & Stories

Draco POV: I won’t say that I was fully convinced with Beth story however we still planned on helping her and others, as I laid Mr. Hanzo on floor surface, I tuned my attention to Jasmine who was looking ahead at guest of ‘TarBone’ Ceremony, the one who were earlier infected by dark blood poison had kill many of their own relative under its influence, mercilessly slaughtered bodies of their families were lying on ground as dead corpses while the one who had killed them were oddly looking at their bloody hands and face which were covered in crimson blood.

Here are my little mate sequences and their blur: 1. Bound by Blood and Love Blur - : In a world where the supernatural and humans coexist, "Bound by Blood and Love" follows Victoria, haunted by her past, as she discovers her daughter Alisha is fated to be with a powerful vampire, Ryan. Duty separates them, but as their destinies intertwine, Victoria must reconcile her protective instincts with cosmic forces. Battles between supernatural factions loom, testing their love and resolve. As tensions rise and alliances form, Victoria faces a pivotal decision, leading to a climactic showdown. This tale of love, duty, and sacrifice explores the enduring power of family and fate in a captivating wor

A shiver creeps through my body, knowing that Jessblue's blood is like no other. I could feed on any Bampire, but it would not have the same effect as Jessblue’s virgin blood. She was born with a rare genetic blood type called SD7. The purity of the blood that runs in her veins is different than the average female Bampires on Bluestoria. It makes me and Cameron feel like drug addicts every time we feed on her. I turn my head to the right and look up to see an unconscious Jessblue, smiling and admiring the work I just performed on her.

I blinked, confused, but stood up from my chair and walked over to his side of the table. "The bond's mindlink is completely different from this one we are creating," Quinn explained in a low, even voice. "Think of this like... a group chat space, if you will." I nodded, picking up the knife from the table. A small part of my brain screamed that it was very unsanitary to cut myself with a blade that many other men had just used, but I knew that was just human thinking from the books I had read in the library growing up. Humans were obsessed with avoiding germs and infections. For werewolves, with our aggressive immune systems and rapid healing, common bloodborne sickness was pretty much a fo

Advanced Sanguimancy. The mirror-sheen surface of the basin violently rippled. Six long, liquid tendrils of dark blood rose from the pool, hovering in the air like coiling vipers before rushing toward Carmilla. They didn't strike to wound; they wrapped around Carmilla’s wrists, her throat, and her temple, their cool, liquid mass sinking straight through her porcelain skin, embedding themselves directly into her immortal bloodstream. Carmilla’s system suffered an instantaneous, blinding shock.

Our bank was stocked full. My father was the founder and CEO of the East Coast Vamp Blood Bank, which supplied blood to not only the East but also to parts of the Midwest U.S. One Wednesday afternoon while Chelsea and I were in the library relaxing, the sirens blared through our home. We both ran out to find that our city was under attack from demons, wraiths, rogue werewolves, and some witches. Our friends and family were being set ablaze by the witches, lifted into the air and ripped apart by wraiths and wolves, and blasted with fire spells by the witches.

Not metaphorically. It boiled. The scent hit the crowd before the magic did, iron-rich and laced with power. The coals beneath me hissed as blood seeped from my cracked skin, soaking the embers. The sky darkened. And then… I moved. Not rising, not yet. I twitched. The pain should’ve ended me. Instead, it opened me. Bloodbinding surged up through my spine, hungry and unholy. It wasn’t Sevrin’s gift anymore. It wasn’t borrowed.

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.

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

She slowly walks towards one of them. It must be some artificial process of Vampire breeding or daycare- She tries to guess. But when her eyes fall on the incubator, her eyes widen. She clamps on her mouth as she whimpers. Her body starts shaking when she notices the long wire connected to the baby's arm. The blood isn't being transfused in his body but - His blood is gathering into a big tank which is in middle of the room. She walks around as fast as possible, realizing the kids are being killed.