Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Hunter Fanart

My blood froze. “What?” Cullen thrashed harder. “Don’t you dare—” But the Hunter only laughed. “She doesn’t even know. She doesn’t know what was carved into her bloodline before she was born.” My head spun. My chest squeezed so tight I thought I would break. “What do you mean?!” I shouted. But then my scars pulsed again. Light ripped through the air, brighter, hotter, blinding. The Hunter was thrown back, forced to cover his face with his sleeve.

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.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

DOMINIC “So, is that everything about her?” Dominic asked, not looking up from the file on his desk. Scorpion..real name Raymond..stood across from him, arms crossed behind his back. People in the underworld feared him too, not just because of the way he killed, but because of the man he served. Everyone called him Scorpion because his sting was always silent… but deadly. “Yes, boss,” Scorpion replied. “That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.”

“Your funeral.” I picked up the tablet. Scrolled through the photos Alex had pulled—social media, school ID, a candid from some Paris art festival last year. Ethan laughing, head thrown back, sunlight on his face. Another one of him sitting cross-legged on the floor of what looked like a gallery, charcoal smeared across his cheek, completely lost in whatever he was drawing. I stared too long. Alex cleared his throat. “You gonna tell me why we’re running a kid who looks like he cries at ASPCA commercials?”

Complained Nadine. "I could be able to help you with that. When you spot your first lycanthrope, I need you to get some drops of blood from it. I'll use that to prepare a charm that will warn you when lycanthropes are nearby. But to get your first lycanthrope, you have to trust your instincts." Madam Yvonne said. "Most hunters die from fights with lycanthropes. We have to counter that. You'll need a gun with silver bullets, a silver sword, a huge vial of mercury and silver armor." Madam Yvonne checked the items off on her fingers.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

“It’s not mine.” “I know.” His jaw tightened. The dead wolf’s scent finally hit me full-force—iron and moonlight and severed bond. My stomach lurched violently. I stumbled back, only to be caught by Ronan’s grip on my arm. I yanked away instinctively. “Don’t touch me!” I shouted. The words echoed, sharp and raw. The hall erupted. “She dares—” “She murdered a Blackthorn warrior!” “The Council will demand blood!” I spun, panic clawing at my chest as voices crashed over me.

But they had made it this far and Lucas knew it was only a matter of time before he finally found his mate again. They had been tracking Rivers for most of the morning when they came across the grisly scene in a small clearing. The old hunting cabin had definitely seen better days and the empty beer bottles and smouldering fire pit gave away what the occupants had been doing right before they met their end. The scent of blood was hanging heavily in the air and almost masked the scent of burning wood. The snow around the fire pit was married with shoe prints and what appeared to be a scuffle.

“But they are not simple hunters. They are fanatics. They were founded centuries ago to wipe out the Bloodborn. They believe the Bloodborn bloodline is a curse.” A shiver ran down Kane’s spine. “And if they have returned,” Adrian continued, “it means they know exactly who you are.” Kane stepped closer to the symbol. Something about it made her skin prickle. Then she noticed another object nestled between the rocks. A small black stone. She reached for it. “Kane, wait,” Adrian said sharply. But it was too late. The moment her fingers brushed the stone, a surge of silver light shot through her palm. The forest around her blurred. The world spun. And a vision slammed into her mind with terrifyi