Bloodborne - The Pale Blood Hunt
Face your nightmares. Discover all the lore that encompasses this magnificent game, with its dark, sad and peculiar story that embraces inspiration from literary classics such as Count Dracula (by Bram Stoker); Frankenstein (by Mary Shelley), The Doctor and the Beast (by Robert Louis Stevenson); to Cosmicism, evidenced by strong inspirations in the genuine works of H.P.Lovecraft, such as the Myths of Cthullu, The Dunwich Horror, The Shadow Over Innsmouth, Dreams in the Witch's House, the Dream Cycles, among other tales that would be tiresome and wordy enumerate.
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A story inspired by Bloodborne, the 2015 action horror game, by From Software. In Yharnam, hunters are needed to keep the beast plague, which turns humans into bloodthirsty beasts, in check. Armed with weapons designed to hunt these beasts and consuming the healing blood of the Healing Church to stay alive. Two of these hunters are Maria Hazenflug and Johannes. One for healing for his brother, the other for an answer for himself. To them, a mission is offered, a job different from the usual, but that can open important doors. Meanwhile, in Yharnam, Pyrrha contemplates that, now eighteen, she will have to go visit her grandmother, at her parents' request. It's a village far away, the way is dangerous. And the conflict between what she wants and what her family wants reverberates within her being. TW: We have violence and we also have a lot of blood in this story. At levels where it might be good to warn of its existence. If you have any aversion to brutal and excessive violence, I warn you that maybe this story may not be something that does you good.
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> FANFIC TEMPORARILY STOPPED <31st of July, and Harry decided to celebrate his birthday at the famous nightclub "La Passion" with his friends. He didn't expect that night could affect him so much. "- You're to be congratulated.. - One of the bartenders said to Harry. - What? - said the brunette, turning around, to find the owner of that voice. despite being thick and sexy, it belonged to an angel: a tall, blond man with beautiful blue eyes. "Isn't it your birthday today? I said congratulations." giving a sideways smile, a smile that seemed to light up the room more than any light inside." Fanfic published on Spirit and Wattpad | Plagiarism is a crime | Cover: fanart by @upthehillart (tblr)