Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

She had a few moments reprieve from her pain, and she smiled gratefully at her friends. “Thanks, Katie,” she whispered. “I needed that.” “I think we all did,” Susanna replied with a grim look. They collapsed in a heap on the ground and let their exhaustion draw them into a light sleep as the sun rose over the horizon. 24:00:00 Day 5 The last day had come, there were just 24 hours left in The Hunt. "I don't feel so great," Izzy said as she woke up with a pounding head and aching body.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

"Somebody call the ambulance!" Hunter had fallen to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth slowly and dripping on to the dirty floor. One drop at a time, creating a little puddle of blood. Behind the cabin, there was a purple butterfly fluttering over Zahn's grave. It fluttered around until it rested on the little cross Joe and Hunter had created with sticks. It stayed there for a while and then flew away... THE END.

Alpha Hunter’s command echoed in my head once more, drawing my hand and the knife within it up to my wrist. I dug the blade in and dragged it up my forearm, crying out as I fought to no avail. Warm blood oozed from the open wound, tinting the bathwater a bright shade of pink. As I did the same on my other arm, splitting the skin in a jagged line, I felt a strange numbness settle over me. There was so much blood. So much that I could hardly see anything else. Within a few minutes my head lolled back. I blinked, remembering that there was one last thing I needed to do. I had to do this for them. For Ryker and Jude and Nova and Sterling.

She drew a silver dagger from her belt, its blade engraved with the Hunters’ insignia: a cross entwined with a drop of blood. A body slumped against the wall, pale skin, two puncture marks on the neck. No signs of struggle. No footprints. Only a single black rose was pinned to the victim’s chest. Evelyn frowned. “The mark of... the Blood Cult.” The Hunters had eradicated that cult years ago, a fanatic vampire sect that worshipped the so-called “King of Blood,” believed to be nothing more than legend. But a black rose couldn’t be a coincidence. She lifted her sensor watch and crimson energy traces spiraled across the screen like smoke.

Rena immediately clinged behind him and sliced off his neck. Surprised, the Badblood cried in pain and dropped his weapon, making a loud clang on the floor. His eyes were wide open as he looked at Rena. Blood was pouring out from his wound. His four hands were on his neck, trying to stop the blood but it still continued to flow out like a river. He took a few steps towards Rena and fell to his knees. He made a choking sound before falling to the floor and bathed his self with his own filthy blood. Serra felt the life force of the Badblood slowly fading like a fire in a burnt candle.

"I told him about the blood moon discovery, and we both laughed at the irony because Adam had named our pack Blood Moon Pack. I told him about combining the sun and moon magic, and he was thrilled about it. I was about to tell him about the plotting bloods when he stood up and ran out of the room. I did not know where he was going. It all happened so fast, and I was shocked. I got up and traced his scent. I followed him to the king's quarters. What I saw was terrifying. There was blood at the entrance with three dead blood enforcers. I was in shock, and I began to shake. I walked into the apartment, and Margret stood in her house robe in shock, stained with blood. It was partly her blood and

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.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

She found a figurine and a phoenix sculpted out of fine wood. If he collected such things, he had to have enough money, didn't he? Maybe that was why he killed people? He killed them and collected their most prized possession. That had to be it. He handpicked his victims. Glad that she was gathering enough details to bring this murderer to book, she found a wine glass and poured herself a drink. Gulping down the contents and reveling in the taste she didn't hear the footsteps that crept up behind her until it was too late.