Laurence, Vicar of the Healing Church, has a rather soft spot for cats. In fact, he loves them so much, that he keeps bringing them in. Will the people around him be willing to keep up with his and his cats shenanigans?

"Yharnam, the city of blood ministration, that's where you were born. Well at least, that's when you were supposed to be born. You were killed before you got the chance. Not to worry, I'll fix that; all I need is a contract sighed and sealed. What do you say, interested in seeing how your life would have played out, Witchboy?" Prototype story.

Countless Hunters have been called by the Dream, and the Doll has faithfully served each of them. Yet some potential sets her apart from those who came before, and which awakens a yearning the living effigy has never felt, and which sets their purposes and emotions at odds. A lore-heavy Fem!HunterXDoll romance, told in a series of vignettes. Updates Mondays and Thursdays.

The freed Hunter returns to the Waking World. (Just a short little story, only one chapter.)

The Doll and the Hunter live a nice life in the hunters dream, living in tender love, until the day the hunter finds the eye of a blood drunk hunter, and then finding the woman his love was based on, hes torn between just who to love.

Getting a good night's sleep isn't easy when your lover is literally on fire.

this is how I went from a lowly mortal to an Omniversal being

Nazywam się Eilieen. Jestem tropicielką. Ale nie poluję na bestie. Moimi celami są tropiciele którzy ulegli żądzy krwi i sami zamienili się w bestie które mieli tropić. Lepiej żebyś miał silny umysł by oprzeć się żądzy krwi. Bo inaczej staniesz się moim celem. Lecz pamiętaj: Tropiciel musi tropić.

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?

"I have discovered a secret, and may the Gods protect me for I know not how to live with this knowledge while maintaining the good grace of my humanity." An origin story for Yurie, the last scholar.

In the small city of Yharnam, another terrible night of the hunt is beginning; its longest one yet. A young hunter with no recollection of his past awakens in this world of blood ministration. With little recourse he takes up the mantle of all hunters before him and endeavours to rediscover his lost past.

What right have you, outsider, to break taboo? What right have you, interloper, to drink deep and see far for your own selfish pleasure? There exist in this cosmos things far greater and more terrible than we humans have any reason to know.

Everyone knows that if you want to live a long and happy life, there are certain things you Do Not Do. Balyn has just made an addition to that list. Fanfic of 'Even An Omake, Should It Please You...' by Dezopenguin

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 canon-divergent AU. The moon vanishes. However, it is a personal crisis that makes a young Executioner flee the Cathedral Ward, only to wake up twenty-seven years later to find a hunt gone horribly wrong and the moon still missing. A mysterious scholar seeks to calm an infant's cries while a foreign hunter has vowed to silence it forever. Rated T for now.

Time and Space are nebulous concepts. Many realms exist and are subservient to these concepts and can sometimes cross into one another. Beings of sufficient power change or even break the natural influence and reach beyond those two universal constants. The Future and Past along with the many realms can exist in one location. Read this as if you are reading journal entries.

The Hunter Kath stalks the streets, his footsteps silent in the night air. A pall has fallen over the town, the hunt has come again.

So much blood. I had to wipe it off my my face to clearly see the mess I made. Such a beautiful mess...the smell of blood almost soothing...

During the down time between hunts, three Huntresses go for a night on the town.

A young swordswoman encounters an alien creature in the dark woods. Up for a tussle, she fights it.

Warren, an outsider who has arrived in the city during the hunt, is searching for someone dear to him who has been lost in the city of Yharnam.

A young man named Calus is an individual who has suffered from the beastly plague and has traveled to Yharnam in search of Paleblood, the supposed cure to his disease. When Yharnam blood fuses with his own blood, Calus is sent into the horrible dream. As he travels through the dream, he learns more about the origin of the plague and seeks to end it and help humanity ascend.

You have just found the journal of the Hunter who transcended the Hunt and Humanity itself. This journal contains his writings from his Hunt. Read on to learn about the Hunt, Yharnam, the Pale Blood, the Great One. All of it occurred in one Impossible Night.(One-Shot)

-destiny determined by wrist & womb-

A fanfiction inspired by bloodborne. I havent written for people in a long time and im always eager to improve my writing. Ill upload new and longer parts every other day or so.