Anacondas: The Hunt For The Blood Orchid Novels & Stories

“If we won’t hunt them down, they will.” ---What if- *crackling fire* ---I guess they were nothing but monsters in the end. Before I could even notice, he was already near me, ready to pierce my neck, but I was able to dodge and jump back in pure instinct. Damn, he is fast. “How many souls did you manage to lead home today?” It was cold and yet, at the same time, heated by anger. He lowered his gaze as he lifted his left hand. There I saw some specks of blood on his claws.

I took out the pouch of the enormous anaconda from my small purse. I cautiously opened the head, and a little snake emerged from the pouch. I positioned all one hundred and eighty humans on the anaconda a few minutes later. I sat on my back on the horse, removing Dr. Mumba from the anaconda. "We're heading straight to Ash City on the Indo Continent," I added.

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

In the lines that form the crags of the rocks lies a hidden image: the barn at Frank’s horse farm. Deep in the dark, wild swamps of Florida amid the lush black-green foliage and through the still, teeming waters, wild orchids grow. Over the last century, orchid hunters, breeders, and poachers have donned their waders and raped the swamplands of these delicate flowers, filling trucks with the once-plentiful plants and shipping them for huge profits all over the world. Now they are so rare in the wild that environmentalists are struggling to rescue the waning populations, and the search for wild orchids is ever more desperate. Most legendary among them is the elusive ghost orchid. Snow white w

[ CASSANDRA ] It was night and the whole neighborhood was quiet. Our neighbors were already asleep. My mother Fanny asked me to keep quiet and that she would try to get rid of Dad's body. He hadn't moved for more than two hours and his heart stopped beating. Maybe he was really dead. Behind our house there was a vast bush. It is in this bush that mum intends to bury my father. We were about to put my father's body in a bag when suddenly he opened his eyes. I was the first to notice it and immediately screamed.

This man was as solid as a marble statue. Ventura licked the flowing stream, and his eyes immediately became red. “Memories and blood cannot lie,” he said as he hid the bloodshot colour of his irises with his eyelids. The vampire’s whole body hummed from savouring my life source. “This is going to be even more interesting. Jonathan is either a fool or more intelligent than I gave him credit for. But it doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of two birds with one stone. No one will oppose my ascension if there is no successor,” Ventura finished with an evil grin.

At the top of the pyramid, something glowed with a faint, ghostly white light. "The Ghost Orchid Mother," the Executor said. "Botanical name: Orchis Anima. It is not a flower you find in a florist shop. It is a parasitic organism that feeds on high-density bio-energy. It is rumored to produce a nectar that can stabilize genetic mutations." "The cure?" Jack asked, his heart skipping a beat. "A component," the Executor corrected. "The Orchid's nectar can act as a cooling agent for your arm. It will stop the Curse from eating your nervous system for... let's say, six months. And it is the base ingredient for Catherine’s serum."

Then I walked out. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, my phone started ringing. I pulled it out and saw that it was a call from my assistant, Pedro. Accepting the call, I pressed the phone to my ear and asked. “Yeah?” “Sir,” Pedro said breathlessly. “It’s about the poison the man that had snuck into our laboratory ingested. I don’t know how, but the plant used in making that poison is Teal Orchid, the plant we’re still researching. The same one that only grows in that deserted region no mammal, shifter, or human can survive.”

Especially if the omega wore that yellow band. Within five minutes, the forest was filled with muted screams as the first of the prey were being caught. Over 3,000 omegas had started in this year's hunt. Based on the new rules, every omega in the Hunt had a corresponding hunter searching for her, waiting to drag her off to a new life in a new tribe. To catch and claim your mate, you had to mark her. That meant biting her neck in possession. The combination of a bite, along with the adrenaline and endorphins of the chase meant most prey passed out from the overload to their system. The hunter had to then carry their prey back to the castle before it was official. Almost all of the hunters dra

It was only later that Hailey could place the accent as Russian. "I'll give you whatever you want.. anything...just don't hurt me please." He seemed to consider what she had said and then replied in a cold, measured voice. "I need the blood orchid." "Blood what? I've never heard of that I swear it . You must have me mistaken for someone else i don't know what that is," Hailey rambled on with apprehension. For reply, he started squeezing her shoulders tightly and then she felt something sharp dig into skin. Pain shot right through her and she screamed out.