Bloodborne Hunter Fanart Novels & Stories

he inquired angrily, his dark brown eyes shifting to a vibrant ice blue. “Price of the job.” I shrugged as he towered over me his broad muscled frame reminded me of a bear, he intimidated me, but I refused to show it, he was bald with raven tattoos covered his neck and head, and small fangs which lengthened when he was in a Berserker rage poked out of his mouth slightly. He wore his usual attire black leather pants, and a bear fur was draped over his shoulders its head rested on top of his bad one, he had a tattoo of a bear had that covered this one of his pecks and a series of lines and symbols travelled from the bears head to his shoulder and down his arm. “I told you to be careful.” He wh

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

"You live in the human world with them, they are fully out now, after you and your folks. In no time you will be forced to come back home, and then I shall await your return." "Happy hunting, my friend." Zain smiled broadly. "All the best." "Thank you, Zain Adolphus. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have animals to hunt." Mateo shot his arrow at a flying sparrow. "Else you want me to hunt you instead." "Stay away from the human world and my pack. Every pack," Zain warned. "I know you attempted to smear our name by attacking them." "You will pay for the blood of my brothers and sister you spilt," Mateo threatened.

They don’t care about gender or sexuality regarding the feed. Tonight’s gig at Ember in Portland was going to be interesting. A trip through Bloodmoon territory is always interesting, especially after Albert mated up with their human princess. I like Hana. She keeps Albert and his buddies in line, and I like that. Plus, the girl is a fan, and unless they get creeper-level, I love all my fans.

he declares with a sly grin. Without warning, he hurls the bullet back at the Hunters with deadly force. The air crackles as it rockets toward them, almost creating a spark. Before the Hunters can register the approaching projectile, it pierces through one of their throats, leaving a gaping hole. Blood gurgles from the Hunter's mouth as he crumples to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Artemis it is then. With both Gunner and Tobias going for Zelena, it’s safe to say that I can go after Artemis, and trust that they will take care of her. It's their job, after all, both of them. We kept running towards the farmhouse but were stopped when we came to another battalion. This one, however, is much bigger than the last. Without a pause, we all dived in and fought. Blood was splattering everywhere and pained whimpers and dying howls echoed around us. It was a gruesome bloody scene. Not one that I ever wanted to see again. Not after Moon Light, not after what the hunters did to my pack. I've never liked killing. Hunter or Were. A life is a life.

My left hand burned, the rejected bond twisting as the tattoo liquefied under my flesh. Tamara was terrified. But beneath the fear was something worse, submission. She was yielding to someone. I didn’t wait for Alex to speak. I lunged for the balcony, glass doors exploding as I shifted mid-air. The woods blurred past. The stench of Feral Outcasts thickened the air. Shifting back, I knelt, fingers digging into the soil. Why were they here? Then I smelled it. Cold leather. Expensive cologne. Ashborne. The Hunter had touched what was mine. Rage drowned out reason. I didn’t love her. I couldn’t. But she was mine to reject. Not his to take.

Standing in the middle of the sea of vampire and other blood thirsty creatures ,the hunter in me has yet to identify. The crimson fluid dripped down , my neck no doubt That's what beckoned the creatures my way in the first place. My heart beat faster than a normal human would live through, Pumping the blood faster then should be possible. ' who thought it was a good idea to ,have hunter blood replenish itself at rapid rate. It just draws in more creatures, dumbest shit ever. '

As Alex continued to absorb Ruth’s pain, he noticed bullet holes in her hand. “Hunters…” he muttered, frowning, relief mingling with anger as he continued channeling the pain into himself. He gritted his teeth, feeling energy coursing through him and into her body. His gaze shifted to the crescent mark on her arm—it was glowing red, pulsating slowly.