Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Hunter Fanart

"Sure, a resume would be great. You can just give it directly to my mom or Tyler. They'll be the ones hiring." "Sweet." Blake got up and walked over to me. I turned my head away and he stuck the needle into my left deltoid. I groaned, biting into my right hand as he pushed all of the liquified wolfsbane into me, the intense, sharp burning sensation instantly spreading to my whole arm, practically numbing it. "Fuck!" I yelled when he finally removed the needle from my arm. "I think Luke keeps stickers for Libby in his desk drawer if you want one." Blake gave me a friendly smile.

He doesn’t even scream when my teeth latch onto his throat. I kill all of them. Sniffing them out from their hiding places. Ripping their heads from their tender little bodies. I didn’t care if the other humans saw me. They needed to know that we couldn’t be fucked with. Charging through the house, I could smell how we had lost many. They had been directly hit in the heart and there would be no coming back from that. Aslow, Aiden and many of the others were surrounded by dead Hunter’s in the garden. Aiden has an arrow sticking out of his shoulder and Aslow is preparing to remove it.

We follow him to the lab where the human is being kept. The body is laid on its stomach, a massive dark tattoo stretching across his back. My eyes widen even more when I realize the ink used—it isn’t ordinary. Not the type you’d find in human shops. This one is from our world. “We believe someone here is creating an army of human Hunters,” Adam says, his voice firm. “And from the look of things,” Lance adds, “this traitor we’re searching for doesn’t operate from here. Whoever it is… they’re in the human world.”

- Bobby BOBBY/MANA: 40/100 *tag* the hunter step away has been blocked! the hunter change its move and now attacking to Bobby! "BARRIER!"- Bobby BOBBY/MANA: 30/100 *TANG!* "GWOO!"- Bobby Bobby now is coughing blood! the Hunter feels the danger and now trying to jump upward the barrier!! "no! BARRIER!!"- Bobby *TANG!* the HUNTER NOW has been sealed inside the barrier!! and its only way out is on its side but on that side, Timothy was there!

White hot pain rips and tears through me as every bone in my body cracks, breaks and extends before jutting itself into place. Screams and howls of pain fill the air, dulled only by the trees and my own pain consuming me. Canines lengthening and claws stretching out, and yet, still I can feel my body is covered in something warm and wet. I sniff the air. Blood. So much blood. Sweet, warm, red liquid copper. Soon the pain dulls to warm rather than hot, and screams become howls and growls in the distance. I join in, yanking and pulling at the chain until my neck hurts so much I think my head might fall right off my shoulders. And then, everything goes black.

She shot him a dangerous glare, not particularly interested in rehashing the past with him. There was something about his bare, tanned chest in her face that somehow made her forget how to breathe. “How come you didn’t bother to tell Trey and me you were a hunter?” The glyphs on his bare chest tempted her to look at them up close, but she suppressed her desire and kept her eyes on him. “What does it matter?” she asked, moving away from him. “We have to go back for aunt Kinshra.” “I’ve got to get you out of here!” A glare flashed across Rodyn’s face. “Things have gone to shit and I need to get you someplace the Lycans cannot find you.”

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

Alpha Hunter seems like the type who loves art, and he has so many of them in here. There’s one of a child holding his shadow and running. I’m interested in that one. It pulls me in. I run my finger down the frame of the painting, wondering what it means to him. My hands land on one of the other paintings. It seems ancient but surprisingly well maintained. Alpha Hunter must have spent many hours getting lost in the pictures.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

And her tiny hands are sticking out as she struggles to survive. I’m trying hard not to laugh my ass off. But… damn, silence is a plague. Zavere comes out of the forest seconds later; I didn’t see that one coming. He wastes no time to strip off his clothes and headband. And my oh my, look at those muscles rippling under the moon’s glare! Half-moon, rather. As Hunter’s The Madman, I call this one The Luciferic Lad—if that makes sense. Actually, it does. He looks wicked yet has the heart of an angel after all. Not like I’d mind the latter when I’ll be slicing his cock and shoving it down his throat.