Old One Bloodborne Novels & Stories

he asked. My fingers curled around the blanket, gripping it so tight my knuckles ached. I didn’t want to say it. My whole body resisted. But the bond didn’t care. “It said…” My voice cracked. “Bloodborne.” Rowan inhaled sharply beside me. Lucien didn’t inhale at all. He went still—completely, unnerving still—like someone had turned him into stone right where he stood. His eyes flickered, gold flashing to black and back again. Not anger. Not confusion.

"I don't know, but it's what Sarnus left on my arm with the bones from his wings before he died." I answered truthfully. "Why didn't you tell me?" Noah tensed up at once, and his breath began to catch. "What's wrong with that? I just thought he wouldn't hurt me, so ......" I explained to Noah that I trusted Sarnus. "This is one of the oldest secret arts of the blood race, what it does is return the half of your life that belongs to me to me and it will be when you are at your weakest, if you are a blood race there is still a chance you will survive, but a human ...... will die."

Petra said coldly and I frowned. "Well one thing I know is that you cannot suck out wolfsbane once it's in the bloodstream, either wait for his red blood cells to kill it, if it isn't strong enough or allow it kill him and with what I am seeing right now, this man looks too old to handle it." I almost yelled, pointing at the old man on the floor. My blood running 360 through my veins in a deadly way that I could feel.

I watched him carefully, noting the tightening of his jaw, the way his lips pressed into a line as he processed my intentions. “Vanda,” he said quietly, using my name. “What exactly are you planning?” I leaned back in my chair, letting the weight of my decision settle into the room. “The old way,” I said. He knew immediately. Packs bound by Elder Blood don’t rely on phones. They never have. Communication comes through letters, sealed, signed, trusted. My father had taught me that before he died, and the lesson had burned into me: some traditions endure because forgetting them is fatal.

“Stay here,” he said. “Not a chance.” He didn’t argue. There wasn’t time. The front doors stood ajar, light spilling out onto the steps in a way that made my stomach drop. My father never left doors open. Not once, not in twenty-six years. We found Marco first — my father’s head of security, slumped against the wall of the foyer, blood soaking through his shirt from a wound in his shoulder. Alive, but barely, his breath coming in shallow, wet gasps.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

“Take me! I’m the one you want, right?” “Not really.” A shot rings in the air and a patch of blood covers my mother’s chest in the same place as it had thirty years ago. I run toward them, but it’s too late. Rose clutches her middle and falls to her knees, blood gurgling from her lips. A tear slides down and clings to her upper lip as scarlet red explodes from her stomach. “No,” I whisper, then roar, “Noooo!” I startle awake, my clothes sticking to my body with sweat and my pulse close to beating out of my throat.

Serina muttered not long after that. Alexis and Adrian immediately looked straight at Serina with their curious eyes. Serina put the ledger back on the table, then slightly pointed it at Alexis as well as Adrian. “In this book it is said that a human who has pure blood is destined to become a vampire hunter. It is even stated that there are only one in a thousand of vampire hunters in this world. And Alexis, you are that one in a thousand.” Serina started to explain.

Her skin seemed colder. Her lips were a bit blue and appeared to be a bit of blood inside her nostrils. My body shook with fear. Widened eyes refused to unseen the view. My heart leaped into my throat as I shrunk back and stood there voiceless. "She died seventy years ago, but even today, her blood flows out of her vein proves this place is cursed." His words throbbed inside me. I left with nothing but a numb body when he explained further.