Loveandblood Stories

She is nineteen. He is centuries-old. And the forest hides more than just shadows. Alessia fights to survive. Wounded and alone, she clutches a heart-shaped pendant she found in a hidden lake-a pendant that holds a power older than time itself. He moves through the shadows, drawn to her heartbeat. Valerian is a vampire, feared and relentless, hunting what he was sent to destroy. When he finds her in the woods, bleeding and desperate, something in her awakens a desire he cannot deny. Other vampires will stop at nothing to claim the pendant, and Alessia is their target. Valerian faces a choice: obey his immortal rulers and take the power that could rule the vampire world, or protect the human girl who has ignited a fire in his eternal heart. In a world of swords, blood, and forbidden desire, they must fight to survive-together or apart. And in the shadows between them, love may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

Oh boy, here we go again. Blood. It's like that one toxic ex you can't stop thinking about-you know it's bad for you, but it's got this pull. It ruins everything. Kingdoms? Toast. Hunters? Totally off the deep end. People? Let's just say the phrase "hot mess" doesn't even scratch the surface. And me? I'm Narsus. Disgraced knight, professional brooder, part-time beast slayer, full-time existential crisis. Now I'm stuck in Yharnam. Imagine a city built by gothic architecture enthusiasts who really overestimated their candle budget. The place is drowning in fog, madness, claws, and the occasional giant axe-wielding beast who really doesn't appreciate personal space. Fun, right? And let's talk about me making promises-because that's going great. This little girl hands me a music box, looks me dead in the eyes, and asks me to find her parents. And me? Being the genius that I am, I said, "Sure, kid, I'll give it a shot." Idiot. Why not promise to knit a scarf for every werewolf in Yharnam while I'm at it? Oh, and Sapphire? She's got secrets. Big ones. You know, the kind that could either save the day or end it in a flaming dumpster fire. No pressure there. Meanwhile, I've got my own problems, like keeping the blood from whispering sweet, murderous nothings into my brain. Here's the thing: Yharnam doesn't do heroes. It chews them up and spits them out like last week's leftovers. And me? I'm not even in the running for "mediocre antihero of the month." But promises? Yeah, they're messy, dangerous, and pretty much guaranteed to get you killed. Still better than breaking them.

the story of a Girl and the Vampire who were lovers in the past and then the girl died... but as many years have passed the girl is somehow reincarnated in the future where the Vampire is still existing...

A person will stay as a person if they know the truth, but our demonic truth will come up when he smells blood like vampires... Who is he? He is Troy Mallinove.

Now, all I have is regret. I wonder what could have been if I had never met Lily. If I had never fallen in love. But I know the answer deep down. Love was always going to be my downfall. It was always going to kill me, one way or another. It was only a matter of time.