An old doctor immersed in unconventional research has gone missing. When a clue as to his whereabouts reaches them, his kin rush off to find him. Determined as they may be, the varied dangers they face may be more than they can handle.

The Good Hunter, when he absorbs the Umibilical Cord, makes himself closer to the Great Ones. Unknowingly making himself more susceptible to the Great Ones desire to bear children.

A writing challenge in which bad things happen to the people of Bloodborne. Because apparently Yharnam isn't fucked up enough. Further Characters will be added with future chapters. Look in the chapters to see about individual warnings, characters and pairings.

What if Gherman had a beckoning bell.

Amani Pembrooke was your average girl with an average life. A life she was more than happy to have. She had friends, a family, potentially even a guy with a cute smile. But what happens when she dies in a car crash and wakes up in a world with horror around every corner?

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?

Broken and scarred by the seemingly never-ending night, the Good Hunter finally gives up. But in the darkest depths of the Nightmare, he manages to find a guiding moonlight of his own. (The Hunter x Lady Maria)

Kidnapper/Snatcher overpowers a female Hunter. It's M-Rated. A WIP idea I had for a long time and finally decided to write up spontaneously because of Halloween.

A new Hunter enters Yharnam, finding not, what he seeks, but nothing but madness and blood, his mind not prepared for what lies ahead...

We are Born of the Blood. Made Men By The Blood. Undone By The Blood. Our Eyes are Yet to Open. Fear the Old Blood. The Quest of enlightenment is an incredibly painful and traumatic experience but those who seek enlightment will bare many burdens. the Story of the Rise and fall of Yharnam, The Vilebloods, The League, and the Powder Kegs is unearthed in Bloodborne Hemophobia.

Fredricx, a foreigner to Yharham, lived in Victorian Era society before becoming a Hunter. He was a military veteran, who needed a new purpose.

"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.

This is the NSFW portion of my blood lust story, in short, where the getting on takes place.

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

An encounter with an Amygdala leaves Laurence in a catatonic state and Ludwig worried sick about him.

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.

Yharnam isn't kind to it's beggars and urchins, those who have nowhere to go during the deadly cleansing Hunts. Melody Sterling has lived her entire life in the streets of the City of Blood, avoiding huntsmen and beasts where she can and slaying them when she must. But never in her life did she imagine she'd find herself participating in a Hunt herself.

The second installment of the trilogy. The Hunter struggles to cope with his losses while continuing forward to make something of the sacrifice. Torn between internalizing his pain and detaching from it altogether, the Nightmare threatens to strip away the last vestiges of his humanity as the hunter grows increasingly bloodthirsty. Oh dear, Good Hunter, What would Maria think?

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.

Noble Scion of Castle Cainhurst, Loyal lapdog of the Queen, Vileblood. Call me whatever you wish, I do not care. All that matters to me is my Queen. Nothing will stand in between me and My Lady. Not Hunters, not beasts, not even Great Ones. (Rated M for mature content, reader be warned.)