Bloodborne Hunter And Doll Novels & Stories

I noticed the areas infested with worms and dug my claws into them, making his body recoil violently. Enraged, Hunter roared. I placed Rigan in a corner near a rock and launched myself back into direct combat. The sounds of battle echoed through the clearing. I roared again when I saw Hunter try to rush toward the pup. I positioned myself as a shield, but his poisoned claws plunged into my abdomen. Roaring in pain, I grabbed his hand, holding it in place, and with a brutal strike, I drove my fist into his chest, tearing open a hole in his rotting, half-decayed flesh. I ripped out Dante’s heart—the body possessed by Hunter.

The vampire turns around, pulling a smoking pistol from under his cloak, aiming it at the hunter, who is examining his wound. A few quiet pops. Bullets fly out of a shiny case, decorated with hieroglyphs. The shells fall, slightly smoking purple. Oval pieces of metal dig into the shoulders, chest, the last bullet enters the knee. The hunter falls, flesh tearing from the explosions inside the body. There is rage in his eyes. Green smoke envelops the hunter, wounds heal poorly, charge components interfere with magical regeneration. The vampire takes off, reloading his pistol on the move, immediately disappearing behind the nearest columns. The hunter stands up, pulling a short spear with a wid

Dyelon said, opening the door it was dark in the tunnel, but it still standing the ceiling was still intact with only a few pieces of the ceiling was on the dirt floor, The groaning sounds coming from the tunnel would make anyone nervous, but Shadow and Dyelon didn’t hesitate to step into the tunnel. As soon as they entered they saw bloody drag marks that made the dirt look like mud. It looked like more than one person was being drugged away but they couldn't be sure. Shadow still needed to search the building just to be safe. But the further they went the more his hope that Shawna was still alive slowly vanished. There was so much blood, at the end of the trail there was a pool of blood on

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.

"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.

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.

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

The pack scattered, howls turning to yelps as the bullets rained down. Werewolf hunters. My stomach twisted as I dragged myself across the ground, searching for cover. “Silas!” I yelled again, panic rising in my throat. He turned, his blue eyes locking on mine, and started toward me just as another wolf appeared. Ronan. I barely registered his presence before he was struck down, his body hitting the ground hard. Everything happened too fast—snarls, gunshots, screams. And then the bullets hit. Silas leapt in front of me, his body blocking mine just as the silver shots tore through the air. The impact sent us both flying back, and I hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from my lungs.

I stumble back, my hands releases him before going down to press hard against my stomach, containing the blood. The silver spread through my veins like liquid fire, my chest burning with a searing pain. A snarl tears out if Dorian and a blur of brown fur launching across the table. The bald hunter swings his shotgun, his fingers pressing hard on the trigger. Dorian's wolf slams into him, knocking the gun from his hand before pining him down with his paws. He growls at the hunters, the sound piercing the air. They take a shaky steps back but scar face remains calm, a smirk playing at his lips.

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.