The ancient tales of Blood and Yharnam and lost secrets were lost to time long ago. With the Calamity defeated and the Guardians in slumber, a new threat arises with the oncoming of strange murders and monsters rising. Worse still, something has come...something from the past...something thirsty for blood.
Bell wanted to be a hero. The world is cured, twisted, and ugly. Greed and envy consume, and wraith and pride hold sway. From this world to the next, all is tainted. And, as two worlds collide into a terrible collage, any peace Orario had known will be swept away in blood. For a hunter is truly the catalyst of all wrong. Even still, Bell wanted to be a hero.
Because obviously nothing so blatantly screams "humor fic collection" than the struggle of an undying hunter against blood-crazed beasts, lunatics craving the Eldritch Truth, and abominations from beyond the waking world, right? Right? (Now also including "epilogue" chapters taking place after the Night of the Hunt is over, though Balyn's life hasn't gotten any easier.)
Beyond the dreams and nightmares of the hunters, a new waking world awaits, a world free from the Night of the Hunt. In this place, the Good Hunter must find his role now that she has gone beyond Paleblood.
The Night ended, but the Hunt continued. The scourge of beasts was eradicated, but no matter the form a beast is still a beast, even when made of metal. Time passed and the Hunt continues. Even now, in a new era, the Hunt doesn't end. More beasts of metal, more beasts of men, and the Hunter. The Hunt never ends, and the Hunter must Hunt.
At the end of the Hunt, the Hunter has submitted to Gherman's mercy. He awakes on March 26th 1994 in New York whereupon Behemoth attacks. During the attack he fights Behemoth and is discovered by the Triumvirate.
The Hunt is Over. The Moon Presence lies dead, and The Good Hunter has become the new master of the Dream. However, wanting to get away from the horrible place that is Yharnam, she has willed the Hunter's Workshop to a new realm. One filled with lustful Monster Girls and the humans who oppose them. On RoyalRoad. TvTropes: p/Fanfic/AHunter
Temporary Title (until I find something better). Epithet extracted from a secretive rune: "A secret symbol left by Caryll, runesmith of Byrgenwerth. A transcription of "moon", as spoken by the Great Ones inhabiting the nightmare. Gain more Blood Echoes. The Great Ones that inhabit the nightmare are sympathetic in spirit, and often answer when called upon."
Some drunk hunter is out for blood. Hilarity ensues (and many deaths occur for said blood).
Dante wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten himself here, but at this point, with his fingers tangled in hair and nails clawing at his back and those red, red eyes staring him down… well he wasn't going to complain. Better to sit back and enjoy the ride
Have you ever dreamed before, dear reader? Of course you have. We all do. Dreams are the stuff of life; they sustain us, haunt us, embolden us. I thought this was just that; a bad dream, some foul nightmare I'd wake from with the rising sun. It was not. I almost wish it was. In short? I died. Again. And again...! Bloodborne! Self Insert! Reviews are welcome! Pairing undecided.
A collection of stories based on my Bloodborne characters. These stories take place before and during the events of Bloodborne, however the exact time when and where is not important. As much as I myself like to pick apart and analyze Bloodborne, little details such as that are irrelevant, and is truly up to interpretation, such is the nature of the world of Bloodborne itself.
After ascending into a great one, the hunter gets tired of his existence in the dream and ventures into a new world, simply to have fun, however, with time he'll learn to care about the world and the new friends he makes and then get determined to save this new world he at first saw as just a playground. RATED M for violence, alcohol use and swearing.
The Hunter awakens once more, without an inkling as to where she is or who she is. Tucked to her breast is a letter from a certain 'Lady Maria.' Her memory fragmented and spirit wavering, she must attempt to maneuver her way to the Astral Clocktower, the only place that seems to hold any answer to her questions.