Bloodborne Hunter Fanart Novels & Stories

he finally mumbled quietly to me. I looked over at him with a tilt of my head. What did that have to do with Rem’s bed preferences? He looked at me uneasily for a moment and then said, “Hunters aren’t fully human either. We’re not supernatural beings like werewolves, but we’re different from average humans. That’s how we’re able to do what we do. Some come from witch and wizard bloodlines, others heroes of old lore… but there’s always something about our bloodlines that gives us a stronger edge.”

The one with dark hair has tattoos over his upper torso and down one arm completely, although his body is turned in a way I cannot see his chest art clearly as his raised arm and muscles conceal a large chunk. That is where the sun mark always laid in hunters of old, even though my vision had it being etched on his back. What I can see though is one arm from wrist to shoulder fully, covered in Aztec ink and overly familiar to me. Yanking the poster from the wall, I fold it up and put it in my bag. His profile of his face matches what I saw in the vision with Cora and I’m certain it’s the same man. His ink matches up from what I remember.

He smiled at me, "If I don't eat it's not like I'll die. Vampires can last an entire lifetime without blood...it's just very, very excruciating and can drive even the best of us to wipe out the entire human population because of blood lust." "Still! I want you to feed! It's not healthy for you to go without blood like that!" I said very angry with him. "Okay darling, dearest, honey bunch, sweetie pie. You are really starting to sound like you're married to me!" He chuckled. This made me blush very wildly. "Speaking of which, what's the next hint for the girl you like?" I asked as we neared the school yard. "Well, she is a Hunter. She has a tattoo as well and her name is..."

I screamed, breaking cover and running toward them. I found them in a small clearing. The Hunter was lying on his back. He was dressed in grey tactical camouflage, his face covered by a sleek, full-face mask with glowing green lenses. A high-tech compound bow lay in the dirt nearby. Ashren was straddling him, his good hand clamped around the Hunter’s throat, his other hand raised, claws extended, ready to rip the mask off. "Give me one reason not to open your jugular," Ashren snarled.

“Like the blade activation!” “Hell yeah!” I yell, taking a blade hit, blood soaking my shirt. “Keep going!” “I’m trying!” he says, blood trickling from his nose, heart slowing through our bond. “It’s heavy!” “Don’t quit!” I say, shadows shielding him. “You’re strong as hell!” The relic’s light spreads, breaking hunter lines, and they retreat, dragging their wounded. “They’re running!” Sam yells, light sparking. One hunter, bigger than the rest, charges me, blade aimed at my chest. “Calix’s spirit—hidden realm!” he hisses, eyes glowing dark. “He’s coming back!”

Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and shift when viewed from different angles. It was as though they were alive, hiding some kind of hidden message or meaning. As I looked closer, I realized that the clown was not alone. There were other, even stranger creatures lurking in the background, almost like a circus of horrors. A towering tentacled monster, a demonic goat, and a spider with multiple heads are all expertly woven into the tattoo design. Then I approached Clark and asked him directly, "What kind of man was Hunter Grey, and why are the witches searching for him?"

As innocent as a hunter’s adolescence could be, anyway. The vampire lurched towards me, his canines distended far below his lips and bared in a gruesome snarl. His dark face was scarred, the white lines stark against his brown skin, and I sidestepped his attack neatly. My boots crushed more glass beneath my feet, and then I was spinning through the air, swinging back towards the old lady vampire and retrieving my stake. In one clean, swift movement I yanked it free, and rammed it through the scarred vampire’s heart.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

I knew she had Hunter blood but I was unaware that she used their weapons. I wondered if something to do with her Hunter blood made her immune to silver? Otherwise wouldn’t using silver weapons be too painful? Nova barely lifted her leg to stab Charlie in his Achilles’ tendon. He dropped to the floor and before Nova could stab Dominic as well Harvey broke his arm rather violently. There was even bone peaking out. Harvey looked at Dominic and asked, “ You dare to put your hands on what’s mine? Give me a good reason. Either way you die but if your answer amuses me perhaps I’ll make it painless.”

“No Alpha, but I have the report from Hugo about the substance that was in the hunter's blood.” “Really? What was it?” “It was a combination of Cocaine, Androstenedione, Erythropoietin, Bisoprolol, all human drugs and they mixed them with Vampire Blood, making the effects heightened.” “That is a strange combination.” “Yes it is, and because it is such and it was found in a hunter's system. I contacted Hudson and got him to do some digging and use some of his bed partners again to gather some much-needed information. He found out that it is called batch 839 or since it kind of works how they want, it's known by the Hunters as ‘The Hunters Serum’. Now, not very many of the hunters take it, as