Bloodborne The Good Hunter Novels & Stories

I asked Thana as Sáta and General Abtez jumped, turning to look at me. “You look like shit.” Thana stated. “You are too kind.” I smirked. “Are you okay?” General Abtez asked concerned. “Right as rain. Did he tell you anything useful?” He shook his head. “No, he is adamant that he has stolen nothing.” I frowned, “They are positive he took it, so just keep at it.” “But…” “Just find out where he hid it, okay?” I turned away from them and headed to the nearby river. I stripped and washed the dried blood off my clothes with a piece of damp cloth before wading into the river and washing the blood from my hair and body.

119:30:00 A loud beep rent through the air and the bewitched time blinked several times in the afternoon sky. It was a universal signal to all participants that the second shot had been fired. Izzy jumped in startled panic and swung around to look behind them, convinced the hunters were going to show up any second to claim them. Kate still had a hold on her hand, leading her upriver. Kate squeezed her hand tight and pulled her arm upriver.

Haydee He came the way thieves come, over a wall built too high to climb, into rooms guarded too well to enter. I woke to the weight of someone in the dark and had my power halfway up my throat before I placed the shape of him. Black coat. Deep gold at the collar. The wrong pack's colors standing in Lucien's white house. Hunter. "You have ten seconds," I said, "before I bring the whole of Bloodpine down on your head." "I know."

He’s pouring me a glass of wine I didn't order. Maybe it will make my blood more palatable when he drains me. I’m beyond caring. A glass of wine seems like the least I’ve earned tonight. "I have no power over the actions of the hunters, but a site can be encouraged to hold no findings. I employ people who are very good at removing evidence. It's most of my payroll." "By dawn?" "Do you know what kind of monster it was?" "No. But I have a description. A twenty foot tall skeleton built from human skeletal remains. Silver bolts bounced off it. There were wolves involved with taking it down."

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

I couldn't help but smile when I noticed he was also covered in blood. "GONZALEZ!" Hunter shouted in sheer anger. I shared a look with Silvio as we saw Javier run down the hallway to Hunter's office. After several moments, I watched Javier grab a medical kit before going downstairs to the cells. I felt my nose flare in annoyance. Hunter has never cared about any of his victims before. I thought Hunter would've been pissed enough to kill Sienna. So why wasn't she dead? If Sienna was alive, then that only meant one thing. Hunter was holding back. He hasn't fully given in to Sienna being a traitor. It's clear that I need to push him over the edge before it's too late.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

Hunter is wearing a white T-shirt with a deep V collar, and she is in a white lacy dress. There are fireworks in the backdrop. It is night. I figure it is New Year's Eve. The only thing familiar about Hunter is his gold and black Bulgari watch which is the same one he was wearing the night we met at the pub. And his smile is the most passionate, even though he is looking directly at the camera. I take the photo and the brush and sit down on the big bed. While combing my hair, I stare at the two people in the picture. I wonder why she left Hunter. They look so good together. They look happy and wonderful. That makes a lump in my throat.

he pulls her up with force. "What plans? Let go!" Sophia pulls her hand from his grip. "You think you can have all that much money in your name and still find true love? It was acting goddammit." He cocks his gun, "Now this is the real deal. You're coming with me." "Joe was right," cold chills run down Sophia's spine."You're..." Bang! The Hunter falls to the ground with a bullet in the back of his head. "Somehow I knew you'd come to see him," Gunner smirks at her. By now he has a bandage wrapped around his head. "Turn around. Hands behind your head. And one step at a time. I'm not The Hunter."