Old One Bloodborne Novels & Stories

Rhye grumbled. "What made you think that?" "Aside from... well, her being... odd, I mean, without a scent, her blood is something else… it was so... Well, different! really different." "What kind of difference are we talking about?" The old man asked. "Dark!" "What?!" Dimitri exclaimed as Rhye rolled his eyes. The old man was certainly overreacting. "Dark blood?" "Yes!" Rhye sighed. "Damn! I did not expect that... So what do you want to know about dark blood?"

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

" he added. Those nosy neighbors who'd been looking to avoid trouble poked their heads out and started ranting. "That old lady wanted her daughter-in-law dead just a while ago, and now she wants her to care for her in old age?" "If it were me, I'd pick up the knife and finish that old woman off. Something's seriously wrong with her." "She'll regret this. She had a rich daughter-in-law and everything set for a peaceful life, and she actually backed a murderer!"

They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system. Garick’s gaze tracked the fading lines of the corruption, and then his eyes shifted to the dark, deep gash slashed across Riheirk’s left wrist, still sluggishly weeping dark crimson. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew the biological ledger had been permanently signed. Riheirk braced himself for the explosive wrath of an enraged Alpha dad. He opened his mouth, his gravelly baritone rough and completely stripped of its usual military authority. "Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing he

“He carries something old now. Something that doesn’t belong to your world.” Nadia frowned. “What do you mean?” “When he crossed the Gate, he didn’t come back alone.” Nadia’s pulse spiked. “What are you saying?” The Seer extended a trembling hand toward her, fingers curling as if to grasp something invisible. “Your bond tethered him back to life—but it also gave passage to what was trapped within him. A remnant of the Old Blood. The kind that once devoured kingdoms.” Carter cursed under his breath. “So he’s possessed?”

Found more bodies. Discovered evidence of a hastily abandoned camp. Found claw prints on structures that were too high for any creature to reach. And they found a message. Carved into the wall of the old general store. THE OLD ONES WAKE. THE SEAL BREAKING WAS JUST THE BEGINNING. Clara felt her blood run cold. "The old ones?" "I have heard stories," Marcus said slowly. "Legends. About creatures that existed before Silverbloods. Before the first packs. Things that were sealed away so long ago most thought they were myths." "But they are not myths," Clara said. "No. They are not."

Stephen explained a bit. "Ohhh that's why everyone was tense when I first entered the office. And Max left the office when I had the finger cut". Callum exclaimed and Max nodded. "Yes. Among all of us, Max has the least tendency of blood tolerance. Because he still prefers Human blood unlike us. And mostly unlike me. Because I don’t feed on human blood. Like only once or twice. Otherwise I am happy to be a lion hunter". Stephen smiled. "So that wasn't the Red Cherry Wine you were drinking". Callum thought for a while and then his eyes were wide again. Stephen looked at him and laughed out loud.

“Written by the original guardians who forged the curse to bind the darkness.” John glanced at the tome’s cover etched with the same symbol as the obsidian heart. “So this is the origin?” “Yes,” the keeper said, stepping back into the shadows. “And within these pages lie the key to ending the curse or unleashing it fully.” Sarah opened the tome carefully. The words revealed a tale of an ancient lineage the Bloodborne whose sacrifice sealed away a monstrous power known as the Hollow. But the Hollow was not destroyed; it was imprisoned within the heart, guarded by the blood vow’s descendants.