Bloodborne The Good Hunter Novels & Stories

Especially the ones who had been alive when the revelation that titanium bullets allowed a Hunter to kill another Hunter had been discovered? “So… they’re mining scandium to create bullets that kill Guardians?” Cadon asked, his hands on his hips. “But… that’s not possible. How can anything allow a Vampire to kill a Guardian?” “How can anything allow a Hunter to kill another Hunter?” Cassidy asked. “It doesn’t follow the rules, but Vampires aren’t exactly about that, are they? At least this way, maybe they’ll stop making their bands of Hunter assassins. I hate those assholes.”

If they wanted to level up to GOOD hunter, they would have to pay a hefty price. Science has created a Liquid specially formulated from vampire blood, which can make a normal human have physical strength comparable to a vampire but without losing their human nature. That means that person is still living and eating like a normal person. Of course, anything has its price, the [good] hunters who accept injections of that substance certainly can't live past 35. In the outside world, only the people of the hunter organization know of the existence of Vampires.

With a sudden burst of speed, she lunged toward the basement entrance. Pop! Pop! Bullets ripped into her back, the impact nearly knocking her off her feet. Blood spattered across the walls, but she gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain, slamming into the basement door and stumbling down the steps. Calvin raised a hand, signalling for the hunters to stop firing. The room went still except for the faint crackle of burning debris. They moved in cautiously, searching for her body—but instead of a corpse, they found a narrow, hidden passage leading down into the basement.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

“Baby, what’s wrong?’’ I shouted as I entered the room, all my attention fixated on Olivia who was standing across the doorway like she’d seen a ghost. She pointed straight ahead. I looked up at Richard and Ashern, whose faces were pale with horror as they stared at something inside the room. I turned around slowly. I felt like a ghost was looming over me. Sudden horror gripped me, causing my face to pale the minute I set eyes on our bed. The scene before us was enough to give anyone a heart attack. On our usually tidy white sheets was nothing but a pool of blood, spattered over the blankets and even the floor. In the middle of the big bed was that blood curling thing. A corpse! Jessie! Laid

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

“I'm a fucking werewolf hunter now.” Once the other orders are cancelled, they make their way to the only manufacture in the country to make live silver bullets. “You boys are werewolf fantasy writers?” The owner asks as they enter the warehouse. “No, we are police detectives so we can transport this much live ammo,” Huck says, flashing his badge and credentials. “Makes sense, so you doing it for your girls?” The guy chuckles. “And my boyfriend,” Sawyer says, with a smile. “Lucky guy,” One of the box loaders winks at Sawyer.

I watch as they raise their bows and shoot right into our group of team members. Omega Lilith and Omega Connor go down and lay with arrows protruding from them, and their blood is spreading across the forest floor everywhere. They try to take them out, but quickly find that their strength is gone and that the arrows made with silver are poisoning them. I quickly dodge an arrow that shoots right near my head and then I rush to the nearest brush patch before seeing Ryder go down in a cloud of arrows and Eric ripping the throat out of one of the hunters.

Blood weeps instantly from his wounds, and I’m instantly enveloped with Carmen’s very essence, mingled with his. “What the fuck?” Clifton gasps as he backs away from the vile abomination. “He ingested her blood,” I whisper in terror. Brody retches. “He’s fucking human.” A shrill ring blasts through the room and the hunter’s cellphone vibrates across the table I set it on. The hunter’s eyes widen in terror for only a moment, but it’s long enough for me to know that the phone is a weakness. I allow the call to go to voicemail. The hunter may have been trained by the Sect to be firm and stoic, but it is not hard to notice the way his body sags slightly in relief.

“Hunters are human, but they have certain supernatural abilities. They are born with the instinct to kill everything non-human. They don’t live in the grey. They refuse to accept that there are good and evil supernaturals - they simply kill everything that isn’t pure human.” We didn’t speak of it again, and I didn’t have time to think about it. If I had hunter blood, it was so diluted by now, that I’d be closer to one of the things a hunter wanted to kill than me being one of them. My instinct to kill the witch, knowing how to kill her, was just something I must have learned somewhere along the way. ** I wake early on Sunday morning, three weeks after we came back from Stone Wood. When I cam