Old One Bloodborne Novels & Stories

For a fleeting second, I wanted to reach for her, to steady her before she fell apart completely. But then the air shifted. It began as a low hum, a pulse beneath the soil, crawling through the roots into my boots, climbing up my legs until it burrowed deep into my spine. My heartbeat faltered. Damon froze mid-step. Kael’s breath hitched. And then I smelled it. The metallic tang of blood—but layered with something ancient. Wrong. Old as the moon itself. “No,” I whispered, horror crawling into my throat. “No, not this. Not now.”

Liora’s pinky hooked mine—quiet reassurance. I wasn’t flashing gold anymore. The shimmer under my skin had faded the moment Elara sat beside me again. The bond thrummed steady now—warm, golden, alive—but the pain from second period had vanished. When she’d been across campus in first period, the distance had felt like knives twisting in my chest. Sharp. Burning. Lethal if it had lasted longer. Professor Thorne paced between the tables, voice calm and clipped. “Bloodroot,” she said, lifting a glowing bulb. “Binds wounds, accelerates healing. But overuse causes blood fever—gold-tinged skin, hallucinations, eventual organ failure. Rare, but documented in early turned vampires who fed too aggres

“Give me time to process this we went from zero to one hundred real quick” Colton and I are still laying in our embrace neither of us willing to let the other go when we get a mindlink from my father informing us that a a new blood has just entered the border causing havoc. A new blood is the term for a newly changed vampire they have very little control and have an insatiable blood lust which is why it is an illegal practice for the vampires to create new bloods under supernatural law. My father has called for the twins and i to come assist with this mission as a learning curve. Colton and I spring into action. We run into the weaponry room where Destin is already picking out some wooden st

The first bloodsucker went down easy enough with a quick blast from Jo’s Glock, which gave her hope that these were old school Vampires, the kind that died quickly with a bullet or two, not the reengineered kind that had showed up a few days after the Revealing, and certainly not the pesky Souled kind that they’d discovered the year before Jo was born. No, with any luck, all of these dirt bags would turn out to be good ol’ fashioned bloodsuckers and fall down dead like good boys and girls with a blast of her weapon. She’d find out quickly enough.

The old Japanese man has not returned since the incident, and I got more convinced that it is more than the smell; he knows what my blood can do. ‘You told him,’ I muttered with a crack in my voice, after all, there was no other excuse I could come up with to explain the old man’s fright when he saw my blood. Lord Owen must have said something of its acidic nature. It killed the ones who touched me at birth, killed… my mother, but somehow managed to ignore my Father.

"I’m going to mix your shots, and you two are going to be having the Blue Blood shots!" I frowned. "What’s a Blue Blood shot?" Sophie laughed. "A Blue Blood shot is a werewolf’s biggest weakness when it comes to alcohol. Werewolf systems are different from humans! We don’t get drunk easily by consuming regular human alcohol." She smirked. "But we do have our own alcohol called the Blue Blood shot. If humans drink it, they’d probably die from alcohol poisoning after just one shot! That’s why this club is called the Blue Bloods. The shots are only given to werewolves, but humans don’t even know about it."

He planned it all from the death of the oldest blood that would trigger the Vampire council to call for a meeting down to the part on how to kill them. Old blood is strong compared to normal Vampires, but there's one thing that could kill them both—sunlight. That's how the old blood died. They didn't know that the venue of their meeting had a sliding roof system. The Black Order only needed to trap them inside the venue, wait for the sun to rise, and then switch on the sliding roof system, burning all the Vampires inside it. Achieving something no Headmaster before him reached annihilation of Old Blood.

Aldric's POV “You weren’t kidding when you said Simone is a slow healer,” Vesper says and hands me a glass of his finest, aged blood. I have no idea how it’s made, or exactly what process they use to keep blood this old fresh enough for consumption even hundreds of years after the original donor died. It’s a family secret of the Eurynomos bloodline. The blood is slightly alcoholic and can give a neophyte quite the buzz, but ancient vampires like us enjoy it merely for the novelty – and sometimes it tastes good.

“What bloodline?” The old woman’s voice was barely above a whisper. “The Bloodborn.” The word sent a jolt through me. The Bloodborn. The name was unfamiliar, yet something inside me reacted to it, as if it had been buried deep within my bones, waiting to be spoken. Luca’s grip on my wrist tightened. “That’s impossible. The Bloodborn were a myth.” The old man shook his head. “No. They were real. And they were destroyed for a reason.”