Bloodborne Doll And Hunter Novels & Stories

"Marcus, thank you. But you need to leave. If he finds out, he really will kill you." I forcefully pushed him out. However, in a place like a dungeon, there are no secrets. Less than ten minutes later, the reinforced steel door was violently kicked open. Giselle stormed in with our parents. "I knew it! You bitch, still seducing guards even in here!" Giselle sneered, walked right up to me, and backed me into a corner. She pulled a crystal vial from her pocket. Cloudy black liquid churned inside. "This is 'Hunter's Blood Poison.' To a vampire, it's acid. But to a human... it burns your organs and leaves behind the residue of a dark curse."

Daniel fell back and relaxed and just when he didn’t expect it the vampire came back and snapped his neck. “What did you just do”. Alec said and Hunter snapped his neck too. Hunter looked around, Dustin, Damian, Michael, and Amayah lay on the cold marble floor unconscious. Hunter took his gaze to the strangers he just snapped their neck, they were probably dead, which suits them right Hunter thought.

After all, the most vicious of the Hunters were not here. When I blinked, I was already beside Miss Dela Torre. Amid the firing everywhere, I slit my palm and opened her mouth to take my blood. With only a few drops, her injuries had healed although she had not woken up yet. I supposed it was from fatigue and stress. Aside from that, it was not easy carrying His Majesty’s baby while trying to save herself from the Hunters.

I’ve officially lost my mind. I was born and raised to be a Hunter, to kill the supernatural beings that endanger the lives of humans. I was trained to kill vampires, not fuck them. Yet here I am in an alley, literally balls deep in Daniela. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t be enjoying it this much either.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

I had to stay where I am “ Jessica, what are you doing” i asked “ I'm tired of everything. Everyone is hiding something about my dad's death and it is killing me inside. So if you don't want my blood here, you have to tell me what is going on.” She said with all authority and i knew she wasnt joking “ I have told earlier that when the time comes you will know everything” i said “ i cant wait” she pressed the knife close to her neck and i used my werewolf speed to reach to her and knock her out.

Hunter seemed to have collected himself again, and Clarence looked ready to spring if Darian made another wrong move. Their ritual master raised the stake above the vampire's heart, wasting no more time. At least he was unconscious. “Please accept this child of night as I return him to your embrace, Great Lady,” Hunter said with conviction. As he drove the stake downward, Bella buried her face in Victor's chest and shut her eyes tightly. His arms wrapped around her, and his fingers stroked her hair consolingly, right as the familiar wet crunch of wood piercing through muscle, bone, and flesh filled the room.

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.