Old One Bloodborne Novels & Stories

It was a warning because Draven Bloodborne would return. And next time, he wouldn’t come alone.

“Very well. I’ll start.” Old Ophis took a deep breath. He took out a bottle from his chest, which contained fresh crimson blood inside. From the bottle’s appearance, it was unclear how long it had been stored, but the color of the blood was exceptionally vivid. “This is some blood left by Master. It’s a necessary primer for breaking the seal,” Old Ophis explained briefly, then sprinkled the blood in the direction where all the corpses were pointing. When the blood fell to the ground, it did not touch any dust but swiftly merged into it.

I had been trying so hard to keep everyone safe, but it seemed like trouble kept finding us. “Show me the bodies,” I said, standing up from my desk. Jaxon led me to where the bodies were being kept. When I saw them, I could immediately tell this wasn’t the work of a regular animal or even a normal Bloodburn. The wounds were strange, almost like they had been made by claws but not quite. “I think it might be wild animals,” Jaxon said, studying the marks on the victims. “Maybe wolves from another territory.” I shook my head. I knew better than that. These wounds had a different smell to them, a different energy. This was definitely the work of a Bloodborne, but not like any I had fought before

"He took the woman's blood and ours and mixed them. I don't know what he did with the mixture. The following year he started injecting her blood into us." “While doing that, Dominic was always there. He's just watching in silence, and Kevin can't do anything, he's not in a rebel position." “From what we know. The prince was the first vampire to be born. She is a pure-blood vampire who has one hundred percent purity. Unlike before, this experiment only runs once a month.” “Each of us had an injection of the Prince's blood. We didn't feel any serious reactions unless we felt very strong energy suddenly flowing through our bodies."

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

He saw Julian and was on his feet in a second, his body positioned between the door and my bed. “Julian,” Toby said, his voice a low warning. “You’re back.” “I’m back,” Julian said, with a raspy voice. He looked at me, ignoring Toby’s defensive posture. “Lisa. We need to talk. All of us.” Julian didn’t sit. He stood by the window, the grey Seattle light catching the bruises on his neck. He told us about the House of Bone. He told us about the vault, the concrete stairs, and the smell of twenty-year-old rot.

“If this gets me killed, I’m haunting you.” “Wouldn’t be the first ghost I’ve met.” “Then I’ll make sure I’m the loudest.” She pressed her hand to the runes. For a heartbeat, nothing happened — then her mark burned to life. The seal flared white, the ancient stone groaning as it split open. The air rushed inward, carrying a scent that made her skin crawl. Blood. Old, dried, and layered with incense and ash. Zevran’s jaw tensed. “They’ve been using this place again.”

I stole a glance at her legs, it twitched and I noticed her body quiver a little “Your body language tells me you're bothered about that. So I'll tell you, yes I did feel every beat of the pleasure I gave you last night because I wanted to. I do not do that with everyone.” “Yeah.” She said dryly. I want us to have what we had last night. This time more intensely, I want to worship her body inside and out until my scent is replaced with hers. I turned to take in the view of the ward for the first time since I got in. “Why are there more older people?” “Because my disease is rare in young people, it happens to most advanced people.” My brows furrowed as I took note of each patient present; som

“If I step away now, I don’t know if this ends.” Maxwell’s voice was rough. “Then we figure it out later. But we’re not dying here.” The First breathed, slowly, deliberately. “There will be no later.” Soraya cursed. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” The First stepped forward. It was a slow movement, deliberate, heavy. Like she was heavy with something I could not see. “As soon as the last tether fell, the war restarted. The Old Ones will return. That is inevitable.”