Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

He sounded more anguished than accusatory as he cradled Hunter in his arms. “I know, Clarence,” Bella said softly. “You were right.” A red spot soaked through Hunter's shirt where he'd been grasping, just over his heart. It began to grow and Clarence noticed, too. “He's bleeding,” She stammered. Had the stake somehow...? Before Bella could formulate a coherent theory, Clarence hadHunter's shirt ripped open. Visible through the thick tank top he wore underneath his clothes was a massive blood stain directly over his heart. “When the fuck did this happen?” he snarled.

"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."

"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.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

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?”

Mario halted abruptly and looked at Calogero. “Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Calogero. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…

The phone he was holding in a death grip fell out of his hand, an outward reflection of his stunned state. The sound interrupted Claire and Kent's hug. They looked up to the side and froze in bewilderment. Hunter was standing ruthlessly stiff, his hands suspended to his sides, clad in all black except for the white shirt, and his dark eyes promising of impending bloody consequences and intention of tasting warm blood on his hands. Blood of Kent. What happened next drained life out of Claire's body. Tbc... If you like the story, follow me for more on I* @author.chantinglove138

All because I wanted to see Allie before I faced everything…. “You thought you were slick.” The mocking voice of Hunter pierces its way into my fading consciousness. I hear the blunt sound of bending metal as he peeks into the crash. His face looms above mine, shameless and leering. “I’ll have the results of the autopsy, thank you very much,” he murmurs, looking around my car. When he doesn’t see it, he tilts his head. “You must have hidden it well. I can’t find it under all this rubble, but I can still get rid of it. It might just be painful for you.”