Bloodborne Hunter Fanart Novels & Stories

Hunter was clearly not trying to smirk on camera but he couldn't help his ego. A photographer went closer to him to adjust his stance and lower the waist band of the sweatpants to go almost dangerously low. Then the tattoo came into full view. It was a wolf, scratch that.. a cub that looked like it was trying to howl. The cub was actually looked like it was standing on water but the wolf's body was literally on fire. I just noticed the tiny and faint flames that surrounded the little creatures body and for some reason I felt sad. For the wolf though.

She didn’t know if she could protect herself. But she would die standing before she let these people see her break. The lead hunter’s gaze devoured her. Tiara buzzed violently, static cracking through her system. “Ma—ma—mama—run—” Jenna’s stomach dropped. “No. We stay together.” The hunter stepped into the firelight, revealing more details—bone piercings threaded through his ear cartilage, teeth strung as necklaces, symbols cut into his ribs. Then he raised the spear.

Bona did not realize that Harry was making her talk as she continued, “It’s not just the soothing tea, but also that set of sapphire jewelry. They have all been carved with psychedelic runes! Hunter said that it would be fine if this rune is carved on an object, but it can kill a person when consumed!” Harry grasped the main point and asked, “You tested it?” “Yes, we tested it.” “Who is Hunter?” “Hunter is Hunter. He is a member of our Flame…” Bona finally came to a realization halfway through her sentence. She covered her mouth tightly, and a trace of panic flashed across her eyes.

He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss. “You may sit and receive your mark.” Mr streeter steps to the side to allow Will to make his way over to the tattoo man. He sits bending forward to allow the man access to the back of his neck. The tattoo man picks up the needle and starts his work. All Hunters receive the same mark, two crossed swords encircled by a snake. The ink used is laced with magic which is what gives us our heightened gifts. I watch in interest as the tattoo is completed, will the gift present itself straight away? It differs from hunter to hunter. Some may feel the power awakening in there bodies whilst others take longer to

“ You can't tell me not to be in my City, you half hunter!” His face turned an even darker shade of red, his eyes narrowing in fury. “You’re dead, Dante,” he spat, his voice laced with venom. “I’ll rip you apart with my bare hands of you don't get the hell out and bring Raven now” I didn’t flinch a bit, not even when his power surged around us. I could feel the pulse of his energy like a dark shadow that tried to cling to my skin, Fuck…I can't remember the Lata tike we dealt with a hunter, they were forbidden here and this bastard was trying to drain the strength from my body. But something was wrong as his power was different this time.

He straightens. "Doesn't matter right now. What matters is I've read about this in my father’s bestiary. The far-shelf books, the ones he calls a waste of paper because they're not local. Small. Lives in water. Webbed hands. Drags people by the ankle. Obsessed with... hold on." He stops and turns to me with an expression I've never seen him wear on a hunt. He looks delighted. Noah Hunter. Delighted when I’m not fucking him. Mark the calendar.

I had to. Sweat streamed down my brow as the trees grew closer, and then my gaze traveled beyond. To one of Alpha Orion's troops, who was riffling through the pockets of a man bleeding out on the ground. A hunter, judging from the bow next to him. Sliding to a stop, I screamed, Who is that? Someone with eyes,the warrior said, ripping silver rings off the hunter’s fingers and thrusting them onto his own. The dying guy gazed at me, lips opening and shutting, blood streaming down his chin courtesy of the arrow through his throat, then his eyes went blank, body limp. Dead.

"Okay. Sounds fun." Marcus whooped and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward a table set up near the tree line. Paintbrushes and buckets waited, along with something dark that smelled metallic and wrong. "Pig blood," Marcus explained, seeing my expression. "Traditional hunt paint. Makes the scent trail more authentic for tracking." I wrinkled my nose. "That's disgusting." "Beauty is pain, pipsqueak." He dipped a brush into the blood, testing the consistency. "Besides, you'll wash it off afterward."

He leads the way up the stairs to the room we were just in with the dead werewolf. He grabbed his notepad from his desk and flickered through the pages when he stops and shows us his drawing. It was a circle with 5 spikes making it look like a star. It kind of looks like a star with a moon inside. It is hard to describe. I don't really know what to make of it. I look at Kristy who is studying the drawing, wondering if she knows what it means. "It's the Hunters mark," she says

The Hunter said, directly at the children. Their eyes lit up but the little alpha growled, and they went silent knowing that it meant he didn’t trust the Hunters, smart boy. “No thank you, we have somewhere to be, we’re actually running late so we will just continue on our way.” I said, pushing the kids towards Summer who was holding her baby tightly in her arms. “Now come on now, we’re just trying to be gentlemen helping two beautiful women and their children out. These woods can be kinda scary with a lot spooky animals. Just let us help out of the forest and you guys could go on your merry way, What do you say?” Rex said, coming towards me. I backed away from him. “Well, I didn’t want to