Bloodborne Hunter And Doll Novels & Stories

-“I…will die…Jonathan….I am going…to do my best to live…but it was nightshade and wolfsbane…the wolfsbane I can fight since I was tortured with it many times…but the nightshade…I feel it taking affect….." She finished as she started to limp away towards the town. Jonathan hung his head then mind linked the pack doctor and Romero -“I am returning with the Luna…there was an attack…she isn’t doing well..”- Romero’s eyes went wide when he got the mind link. Elleanna and Jonathan walked together before she caught the scent of another hunter closer to town. She let out a growl and ran on her injured leg towards the town. Jonathan followed right behind her, but she quickly got ahead of him regardl

“You’re earlier than expected.” Draven’s expression turns lethal. “You know me.” “We know both of you.” The hunter lifts something small from his belt. Not a weapon. A silver disk marked with symbols Vaelith has never seen before. The creature inside containment suddenly slams against the fractured boundary hard enough to shake the clearing. “Don’t let him activate it!” Too late. The hunter presses his thumb against the center. The symbol ignites instantly. And agony tears through the bond.

Everyone hisses after about ten hunters appeared bringing different types of deadly weapons. “You are right about that, Clark.” John Doe breathed out. “What are you doing, John Doe?” I breathed out. John Doe grinned at me. He stretched his arm to his back and pulled his crossbow and loaded it with some arrows. “It’s nice to see you too, Clark. We meet again. We are here to hunt those who hunt us.” “What are you talking about? We didn’t do anything to you and your group?” Laura hissed. All of the werewolves kept growling and hissing, trying to hound John Doe and his accomplice but they seems enjoying the moment.

It was obvious he had been down here many times before and if he hadn’t then he did a good job of hiding it. Angel came and stood by my side as we watched together how the doctor tied the rubber band around the man’s bicep before taking a butterfly needle and a few bloods specimen bottles out of the bag filling each one to the top. Not once did the man flinch though I did catch his eyes fall on the neck of the doctor. He could be looking at his mark, yet it could be for another reason. One thing stuck in my mind causing Hunter to stir, the only thing I had ever known not to feel pain was a vampire. “Wolves DON’T mate with vampires” Hunter growled.

We know their aim is to always find the chance, and when they get it, slaughter us. They have got the skill. In fact, a Hunter with no weapon whatsoever and whose hands are even tied together may kill a Vampire, if he's not being careful. Hunters are very advanced and more like us, supernatural, but it's just that their DNA is of a human, and they are solely made to protect Humans.

I was too curious to remember that I was supposed to be unconscious. As soon as we made it to the ring, we saw the many, many fans all looking shocked, horrified, excited, and downright terrified. Soon I found out why as well. Haydon was standing over a dead Troll. His long-elongated claws and fangs were covered in thick blood. His eyes were bright red instead of hazel. He had this rabid look. I could hardly even recognise him. Honestly, he looked like one of those vampire-monsters that you would see in those horror movies...only Haydon looked even more attractive in this state... That was not the point though.

Then, flashing through the void of my horrible, awful choices, a shout: “She’s one of them!” “No she fucking isn’t!” Dad roared, the sound so wild, so animalistic, that I hardly made out the voice as his. “Look at her arm.” He punctuated it with a swift blow, which was followed by the slump of a body against the floor. I dropped the body to the ground, disgusted. My arm no longer burned, but my cheeks did as I rose and forced a stake into the vampire’s heaving chest. I did not pause to look at my wrist; I did not dare to look at my Dads, at the other hunters. Shame clouded my head, and I stumbled back into the fray, desperate to shove aside all thoughts except the bliss of mindless movement,

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.

I warn her. She pouts. “Why not?” I’m not about to tell her it’s a demon bomb and would blow up this entire building. Why the fuck do they give new hunters this? “Because you’re a newbie,” I reply. But she’s already back in the box, dragging out four daggers with the DHT logo on the hilt. Next, she finds eight guns with two hundred iron bullets in a smaller case. “Can bullets kill demons then?” “Did you listen in any of your classes at the Caeli Academy?” I demand.

"Looks like negotiation time is over." Everything happened at once. Kade's forces opened fire on the hunters. The hunters, unnaturally fast, closed the distance with terrifying speed. Hail shoved me behind him and loosed a bolt from his crossbow, catching the nearest hunter in the shoulder, a shot that should have been lethal but merely made the creature stumble. Lena fired precise shots from her position, each bullet finding its mark but doing minimal damage. The hunters didn't bleed like normal humans; instead, a thick, black substance oozed from their wounds.