Bloodborne The Good Hunter Novels & Stories

He was looking at a predator. Elara pulled the knife out. Her hands were covered in red. "Status Update," the melodic voice hummed in her earpiece. "Level 1 Hunter neutralized. Bonus multiplier active. Probability of survival: 18%." The Hunter slumped against the trash bags, gasping, his hands pressed to the wound. He wasn't dead—the Renaissance "Hunters" were wearing specialized trauma-gel layers—but he was out of the game. Elara stood over him, her chest heaving. She looked at the blood on the silver wolf. She should have felt sick. She should have been screaming.

The only thing that I was hearing was the sound of my own heartbeat and the sick laughter of the hunter. I carried him with his coat. And I carried him off the floor. Then I slammed him back into the floor again. It was so hard that the dust flew everywhere. “Tell me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Tell me what you know!” The Hunter coughed blood, his teeth red, but his smile never left. “I always knew you’d be this strong,” he croaked. “The one who carries the Aureas Bloodline.” My whole body stiffened. “What?”

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

I’ve officially lost my mind. I was born and raised to be a Hunter, to kill the supernatural beings that endanger the lives of humans. I was trained to kill vampires, not fuck them. Yet here I am in an alley, literally balls deep in Daniela. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t be enjoying it this much either.

I sat back against the metal wall, chest heaving, and touched the stinging skin on my neck. Stars…I was thankful I paid attention to military training. Now that they have my DNA profile. By morning, every hunter on the planet would have it too. I couldn't go back to my room, and I couldn't go back to the diner. I rested my hand flat over my stomach, feeling the ache settle down. I was out of options, but I was still breathing.

“After I killed Holland, a Vampire informant we’d been using grabbed a gun from a Hunter and used her hand to pull the trigger. He was shooting at Aaron and I, so since they both fired, the bullet could’ve killed either of us.” I thought through what she was saying. A Vampire can’t kill a Guardian, but a Hunter can. With normal silver bullets, a Hunter can’t kill another Hunter, though apparently they can with these new titanium bullets, but since a Vampire can kill a Hunter, that bullet was lethal to either target. “What happened?” I asked. She swallowed hard. “Aaron protected me, like he was supposed to. He threw himself on top of me.” “And did he get shot?” I asked, leaning forward a litt

His words hang in the air, heavy with regret. "I tied Alison's wound up, placed her in a safe spot, and then tailed Denzel and his men," Hunter continues. "We clashed, and I finally got my revenge. I burned Denzel to death like I'd planned for ages." I release a weighted sigh. "You can't make a deal with the devil and expect it to be victorious." Hunter's gaze meets mine, haunted. "A mistake I'll never forget." The doctor and healers arrive, swiftly surrounding Alison in a desperate bid to save her. With skilled hands and ancient wisdom, they employ every modern medical technique and timeless healing ritual to revive her.

Alpha Romulo also told us he knew that Hunter Grey was notorious for hunting werewolves for the past decade, and it was common knowledge that he had his own laboratory. According to my research, Hunter's lab had created a powerful serum they mixed in the silver bullets and other deadly weapons used to immobilize werewolves until they could be captured. My gut feeling told me that those same drugs were used on killing Penelope. Aiden and I set out on our journey on the next list to find Hunter's whereabouts. Our search took us through the country roads of suburban towns, chasing leads and tracking down every possible clue. We already spent another four hours traveling across rugged terrain an

I turn on the light switch , "Take a look behind you" "What the" "It's true mom, I'm a hunter I have tatoos only I and the hunters can see" I turn my back to her tracing with my finger all through my arms shoulders and then to my back "It's all here mother, no one can see " "You aren't joking or playing pranks " "I'm not, it's true" "You killed Laura you need to turn yourself in to the feds" "I didn't not human"