Bloodborne Hunter Fanart Novels & Stories

As if bleeding before giving birth was an everyday thing for me. A new year has arrived, but old commitments remain: Hunter, with the second nomination for the Best Player award, wins more sponsors and consequently more parties, photoshoots and commercials, not that I don’t like to see him looking all hot in the photos showing the six-pack, but I feel terrible around him for not having the little perfect body that I had before.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

Silvia tensed when Hunter walked through her towards the bed where her future self lay. Hunter crawled over to her as she smiled shyly and Hunter peppered kisses on her belly slowly making his way up. He was kissing her sweetly while mumbling how much he loves her and her future self was beaming with happiness. Hunter had a scar on his eyebrow. Silvia jerked back to reality. Her eyes went wide as saucers. She had a vision in which she and Hunter were together. How was that possible?

I raised my three fingers “ I promised” “ A day before your dad died. Your dad came to meet me, he said, he needed my help. He told me about your uncle that he is creating his own army to destroy the werewolves. For centuries werewolves and humans have always been in peace because the hunter made sure of that and we never broke the accords. Your dad came to me so I can protect you and he told me to train you before I explained what was going on. At first I didn't want to get involved in the hunter problem but when I found out you were my mate. So i became involved, i might be one of the strongest Alpha in the werewolves but i dont like getting involved in what that doesnt concern me. My rule

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

A circle of roses, bleeding. A silver crown pierced by thorns. A pair of red, slitted eyes above a mouth full of fangs. A girl in the center, eyes wide, hands outstretched. Offering. I didn't sign that painting with my name. I signed it with a symbol I’d never used before. A rune I must've seen somewhere in the depths of my soul, etched in instinct. When it dried, I sold it anonymously at the Illumina Exhibit show my college hosted. The buyer paid a ridiculous amount for it. I didn’t ask who they were.

"Somebody call the ambulance!" Hunter had fallen to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth slowly and dripping on to the dirty floor. One drop at a time, creating a little puddle of blood. Behind the cabin, there was a purple butterfly fluttering over Zahn's grave. It fluttered around until it rested on the little cross Joe and Hunter had created with sticks. It stayed there for a while and then flew away... THE END.

“Hunter! I know he’s dead! I just came from the Blood Fangs. Fucking Everest kidnapped me!” She shudders as Hunter’s eyes fly wide. “John was there?” he whispers. “Yes, as his dead, feral self, and he’s not the first, nor will he be the last.” She yanks up her torn sleeve, and I feel nausea crawl up my throat as I see that wretched sign: the circle and two thunderbolts shooting through it.