Old One Bloodborne Novels & Stories

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”

It was just a slight cut but it was enough for it to bleed. Her head snapped back up and the red glow was back. I shook my head, horror in my eyes as she lunged towards me, her fangs pure white as it sunk into my palm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she fed from me until suddenly she wasn’t. “Are you okay?” I looked up, my blurred eyes taking in Logan and his twenty brothers. Through my hazy vision, I noticed that his skin was bright red and a weird smell oozed from him… like burning flesh.

The truth: I needed to cover up the fact that I didn't smell like milk and honey. The next few months were a grotesque one-woman show. Lucius visited every fortnight, playing the part of the "devoted mate." But his gifts betrayed him. For me, cheap blood-plasma products. But according to the Covenant blood bank records I'd hacked, he'd been withdrawing "First Blood." A sacred relic that could bring the dying back from the brink of final death. Its destination? Lilith's apartment, of course. It was clear the werewolf mongrel was draining the life from her. Lilith was weakening fast.

I tell them. “That is true but still according to what Luke said, he said that they wanted to move on to phase two of their plan, which means that they must have something, I mean they've already been able to create an advanced.” Chef points out. “But they don't have the grimoire and they don't have Donovan or Adair blood.” Stephanie says and immediately Damon gets this bad look on his face. “Damon what is it?” I ask him. He stretches his hand and touches his shoulder. “He got me. Burrows sunk his claws in my shoulder. Could it be possible that before we set that place on fire someone could have snuck in and gotten my blood?” Damon asked.

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

Drake’s POV – I stir awake to the faint echoes of battle still humming through the air. The scent of blood clings to the wind, but the fighting is ending—our men and Baylee’s wolves are finishing off the last of the rogues. It doesn’t take long. When it’s over, Ben taps me, and I open my eyes with a groan, blinking as the sunlight hits me full in the face. “Damn, that’s bright,” I mumble, shielding my eyes. Beside me, Dain groans too, clutching his head as the last traces of poison seep from my body. Caron’s potion is working—cleansing, pushing out the darkness.