Old One Bloodborne Novels & Stories

“Kieran. You’re supposed to be dead.” “I get that a lot.” She stared at him. “Where have you been?” “Hiding from the Council. Watching from the shadows. Listening.” He stepped closer, his expression sobering. “And I heard something you need to know.” Serena’s pulse spiked. “They’ve brought back the Old Blood. Not just magic—something worse. Something even the Council fears.” “You’re talking about the Beast,” she whispered. He nodded. “It was buried because even the royals couldn’t control it. But the Council thinks it can be used as a weapon to break you.”

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal. He was unable to keep his eyes shut as he observed from cover in the dark corners of the boat. The garbage around him didn't block the pungent odor of Gabriel’s blood. The vision of his older brother, Gabriel's dead body had replaced the scent of fish and rubbish, and it now became the source of his urge to throw up everything inside of his stomach.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

"This village was built by the ancient one after the Reaping. Since Badbloods were killed back then, he created this to have a safe place for us" "Who is the ancient one" Serra asked. "The ancient one was Caro's brother" Kebin answered without looking at her. "After he died, he saw Caro on his dream and was given a message, a prophecy to end this horror. He was cursed to live forever until he meet the chosen one. The one that will end it all". Serra's body seemed to weaken at that. She remembered him earlier calling her the chosen one. The thought ripped away all her energy. She swallowed, her heart was pounding loudly in her chest.

Sapphira's ankle gave way and she tumbled forward into the dark. The ground was cold and gritty under her, the air pungent with mildew and ... more jasmine. This place was old. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her vision sharpened, her wolf sensing for threats. But the air was still. The only movement was a trickle of water running down the wall. She turned towards the direction she had fallen from, her eyes adjusting in the dark as Evander materialised behind her. He dusted his shoulders and adjusted his cuffs before extending a hand towards her.

I can't stop asking her. I know Shantelle's Grandma said something about my blood but I still don't fully understand. My brain couldn't even absorb what she was saying. "I think it's about your blood?" She said, I questioningly. "I don't know! I don't have a clue either. Let's just follow Grandma because what she said seems serious," she added. I just nodded. I don't know why that old woman is so serious. I still can't get over the bleeding in one of her eyes as if it was dangerous for a creature to see my life. "Let's go,"

The fur that had begun to sprout up, recedes. "Bloody hell! This is that incorrigible bloodsucker, Damon! He did not fucking die, in that war! He is still roaming the earth. I cannot mistake his voice. He is the oldest bloodsucker I know and his voice alone can cripple a weaker person. He must have called to test if you were human or not."

The terminal whirred loudly as it dug through centuries of forgotten data, and the blue glow from the screen cast eerie shadows against my pale skin. I watched the scan sift through the old wars, the ancient blood pacts, and the fragmented records of extinct bloodlines that hadn't walked the earth in a millennia. If she wasn't a standard supernatural, then she had to be a descendant of something much older and far more dangerous. Ten agonizing minutes passed in tense silence, and I was just about to run a manual override when the screen suddenly froze. The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor.