Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

"Locations. Now." "Marcus Chen, age seventeen, currently at the downtown public library, third-floor study area. Sarah Brightwater, fifteen, is at Mercy General Hospital, visiting her sick grandmother, in room 314. And James Whitethorne, sixteen, at the 24-hour laundromat on Fifth and Main." Rick was already texting coordinates to backup units and Liam. "Three locations, three targets. We'll need to split up." "No," Prince Auberon commanded. "The Hunt will take the hospital and library. The Triad handles the laundromat." His ancient eyes fixed on Casie. "The assassin will expect you there. It's where they'll spring their trap."

Hunters like him rarely were. He was slumped against the front tire, coughing up thick blood onto the pavement. His grey coat—probably worth more than most people’s cars—was torn to pieces. When he heard my footsteps, his hand twitched toward the silver-plated. I stepped on his wrist before he could reach it. Bone ground against asphalt beneath my boot. He sucked in a sharp breath and looked up at me. Even bleeding out on the side of the road, his eyes were calculating. “Save your strength, Heather,” I said calmly. “If I wanted you dead, your head would already be rolling down the road.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Sweat had soaked through his shirt despite the cave's freezing air. “He was injected with a rut-inducing venom.” The line was silent for a few seconds. “Get the doctor now!” A moment later, a voice came through, older and calm. “This is Dr. Emily Suee. Your Highness, I need you to describe the venom.” “It looked like liquid gold. It shimmers.” The doctor inhaled sharply. “How long ago was General Evander injected?” I glanced at my wrist display. “Almost three hours.” Another sharp intake of breath. “Three hours?”

A reasonable definition of truth is to unfold secret's. But what lies are there to be told? “An 18 -year -old girl has been missing since last month and now the police have found her body. Sadly, they found her dead. They could not explain the reason for her case and are still in the process of investigation. What was surprising was that there was not even a trace of the stabbing nor shooting on the girl's body that could have caused her death. Instead, they found traces of a bite on the side of her neck. It's sounded like there are really a vampire and people believe that it might be true—” I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV.

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

The only thing that I was hearing was the sound of my own heartbeat and the sick laughter of the hunter. I carried him with his coat. And I carried him off the floor. Then I slammed him back into the floor again. It was so hard that the dust flew everywhere. “Tell me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Tell me what you know!” The Hunter coughed blood, his teeth red, but his smile never left. “I always knew you’d be this strong,” he croaked. “The one who carries the Aureas Bloodline.” My whole body stiffened. “What?”

“I sought to hunt him down, although revealing myself would have put my life in peril. You see, we lived in dark times back then. Supernatural like me were being rounded up and persecuted. If I wanted to do some hunting independently, I had to undertake it withing the shadows.” “That´s enough! We´re here to sever your blood bond to Laura. I propose that we start doing less talking and more fighting.” “This is my fight. If my blood bond truly ties me to Barry, then I must fight him myself.” “You can´t, Laura.” “Don´t tell me what I can and can´t do, Marcus.” “He´s one of the Five. He´s too powerful for you.” “I am blood of the First Wolf; I am further blessed by the Blood Moon. I can take him