Bloodborne Hunter Fanart の小説・ストーリー

she asked quietly, lifting her left arm slightly, unsure if she should summon magic in front of a hunter, but knowing deep down she might not have a choice. She was already in danger. The least she could do was be ready. “You are a sylph too,” the hunter remarked, gaze now turned on Finn. Arah’s breath hitched. Her eyes locked on Finn’s face, remembering the strange flicker of blue in his pupils earlier. Then her gaze dropped to the tattoo on his forearm, the one he’d said was done by his wife. The black ink started to glow blue, pulsing softly, looking more and more like a sigil now.

Akihiko was shocked on seeing the kid speak that way to the man in front of him and he says- “Kids aren’t supposed to talk to elders that way! Shame on you! And what kind of parent are you, letting your child talk like that?” They both start laughing on hearing him say that and the man says- “He isn’t my kid… He’s just a brat who works with me.” “Even though I look like this, in reality I am 25 years old. I’m just letting you know. “Oh, right. Before all of that, I had to introduce ourselves. We both are part of the Hunter community and we specialize in hunting creatures from stories.”

He sputters, and I don’t waste time in sinking my teeth into his jugular, and I rip it apart. His claws painfully dig into the bones of my lower limbs but it slowly falls away as the light is snuffed out of his eyes. He transforms into a young male, skinny and pale with an oozing wound on his neck. He’s dead. I should feel bad because he’s only young. But I don’t. I try to form words to my pack through the mind link but I can’t. My body hurts, and tiredness seeps into my pores. I see a clearing in the distance and a pack house. I know I shouldn’t go. I know it’s likely a rogue pack, but it seems too lovely for one.

He let out a breath and said, “This goes back over twenty years ago. I was home from college during the summer between my junior and senior year, and we all threw a huge lake party one night when a bunch of people had just gotten back from school. It was actually a great party, and this was before they patrolled that area so heavily. Anyway, we were all under the influence, and not paying attention to our surroundings, when an attack came in from the woods. A group of hunters had figured out what we were.” “Hunters?” I asked. “I didn’t think hunters existed anymore.” “They’re not common anymore since we know to hide what we are from humans now, and fortunately for us, humans who believe in w

After I shower, I opt for a wife beater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. My right forearm is still scabbed over from my latest tattoo. Every time I look at it, I am proud that I now have my pack displayed on my body. It had taken me a while to draw out the design just the way I wanted it to look. It depicts a full moon coming up over a hazy horizon. A wolf's head with bright red eyes is baring its teeth as it emerges forth from the moons' surface.

Suddenly, the sound of a bullet rings through the air, and I dodge just in time for it to whiz over my head and embed itself into the tree. Snarling, I race toward the scent of gunpowder, finding a hunter trying to reload his gun, failing due to my rushing at him. Before he can reach for any other weapon, I am upon him, ripping his throat open with my claws. The iron tang of blood fills the air, and I snarl in disgust, linking to a warrior and telling them where to find the body of the hunter. I breathe in this hunter’s scent before it can fade, committing it to memory so that I can track down his allies before I continue racing toward the border where the attack happened. ‘Fuck, how many do

I watch as they raise their bows and shoot right into our group of team members. Omega Lilith and Omega Connor go down and lay with arrows protruding from them, and their blood is spreading across the forest floor everywhere. They try to take them out, but quickly find that their strength is gone and that the arrows made with silver are poisoning them. I quickly dodge an arrow that shoots right near my head and then I rush to the nearest brush patch before seeing Ryder go down in a cloud of arrows and Eric ripping the throat out of one of the hunters.

The hunter shrieked and dissolved, smoke scattering into the storm. Adrien staggered back, blood pouring down his arm. His breaths came ragged, but he didn’t stop. Another hunter had already landed. Zayn moved then. His power surged in ribbons of gold and black, his hands weaving sigils in the air. The ground cracked beneath the second beast’s claws, chains of fire snapping up to bind its limbs. The creature writhed, its voice splitting into a hundred whispers at once. “We smell her… we taste her…”

it read in his stiff, block handwriting. “Of course, he locked me in!” Cathy said angrily. She turned the paper in her hand and was surprised to find a seal of some kind, it looked like a wolf springing out of a man’s dead body. It was the Hunter seal, used to keep Hunters safe from their enemies. At least he cares about me, Cathy thought. About my safety at least. She couldn’t really blame him for locking her up. Trouble seemed to follow her everywhere she went. Cathy touched her belly. The scars were faded now but the brutality of those men’s actions remained.