บททั้งหมดของ His Little Hunter: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

ALLISON'S POV Focus Allison. I took a deep breath in and sighed, hoping it would help ease the pounding that rang in my overly sensitive ears. Breathe in. Breathe out. It didn’t. Sirens blared at a distance which I supposed wasn’t a rare sound in an area like this. Vampires always seemed to love hanging around in slums like these, where their crimes could easily be masked as nothing more than a pitiful yet common occurrence. The sun had long made its descent from the sky, plaguing the area in a darkness that was only slightly alleviated by the faint glow of the half-moon above us. The streetlights that lined the area didn’t help. All were dead save for one that gave a consistent flicker. The sudden sound of a gunshot made me jolt. “Are you okay?” Lacey, our sniper asked from my side. We were both sprawled out on the roof of the old abandoned warehouse with our fronts pressed to the edge of the surprisingly sturdy zinc. Lacey had her rifle positioned and set s

ALLISON'S POV"If you're going to kill me just do it already." I spat out through the blood bubbling at the back of my throat, biting back tears from the pain. I'd rather chew on glass than let these bastards see me cry. I could feel the warmth slowly leaving my body as blood seeped from the wound. I guess I should be lucky he hadn't pulled the blade out yet. Or was that intentional?"That would be too easy now, wouldn't it?" Man bun said behind me. So it was intentional. Typical vampires. "We have other plans for you. Remember, I said I have a crush on you." Trench coat said as he dipped his head towards my neck. Fangs grazed the skin there and panic shot through me as memories I tried to keep buried resurfaced with a vengeance. No. Anything but that. I can't go through that again. Panic made my whole world spin as I began another desperate attempt to free myself. "You'll make the perfect little blood slave." "No... stop-" He nicked my skin with a fang and ran his tongue over th

Those red orbs remained focused on me, unblinking for what felt like an eternity until finally they vanished. In an instant, his presence was gone but the bloodlust had lingered until the very last second. Even when I no longer sensed him, my heart felt like it would leap out of my chest.The leader was right. He definitely hadn’t planned on killing me earlier. I hadn’t sensed this level of bloodlust earlier, not even when he’d threatened the twins. The aura he’d given off just now was absolutely terrifying. For whatever reason, he'd chosen to withdraw rather than attack. I was grateful for that because there was no way either Damien or I would have stood a chance against him, especially not with my current injury. “I don’t sense him anymore.” Damien said, his voice still holding a bit of edge while his eyes remained focused on the area the vampire had just been. He wouldn’t have been able to see the royal the way I had but Damien’s senses were sharp. He’d figured out the vampire’s

A week had passed since my run-in with the Royal and I’d spent that whole time trapped in the association’s clinic while I ‘recovered’ from my injuries of that night. The blade wound that had only narrowly missed my heart was now no more than a faint cut in my midsection, no bigger than a paper cut. The wound had healed at a frightening speed and now there was almost no trace that I’d nearly lost my life that night. It had taken so much out of me to hide the nearly healed wound from Dr Miyu but somehow I’d managed. If she’d seen how quickly the wound had healed, there was no doubt in my mind she would put two and two together and figure out I was changing into something loathsome. My fingers tightened on the handlebars of my motorcycle as an image of what my life could become if the truth got out flashed before my eyes. I saw Damien’s cold face as he held the barrel of his gun to my skull while everyone else stood and watched, silently urging him to just end my life already. I sa

ELIAS’ POV I chugged down the glass of Demon’s brew Melissa slid over to me in one go, relishing the way the bitter liquid burned as it slid down my throat. Burning meant strong. Strong meant no more thinking. Already I’d downed three glasses of the potent brew so why could I still think? Why were those eyes still haunting my thoughts? I’d thought the alcohol would at least numb my brain enough to forget about her but it was doing nothing. Dammit! It’s not enough. “Another one.” I growled, holding the now empty glass out to Melissa for a refill. Rather than fill my glass as I’d expected, the witch frowned, instead placing the half-empty bottle of brew down on the table. I recognised that look in her eyes, she was about to go all mother hen on me and a scolding was due. “That’s your third glass already.” She said, pointing out the obvious. “That’s not regular alcohol. You’ve had enough for one night.” “No, I need more. Just give me the bottle.” I reached over the table to grab i