Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

Blood spread across her shirt. "No," she gasped. "Not like this. I was supposed to win." "You lost," Viktor said coldly. "The moment you came after my family." Katerina coughed. Blood bubbled on her lips. Her eyes found mine. "This is not over," she whispered. "There are others. They will finish what I started." "Who?" I demanded. But she did not answer. The light in her eyes went out. Her body went still. She was dead.

I gasped as I scrambled away from her, looking at my hands. My hands are covered in her blood. I can feel the stain sinking deeper than my skin, marking my soul. I have killed my mother. There is no redemption from that. My gaze darted to the other woman as she held Isis’ limp but still breathing body. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes as they burned trails down my cheeks. Isis is alive, but Mother isn’t. There has been too much bloodshed. I need to stop this. I need to get the hunters away from the werewolves, away from my sister and Auntie.

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

The dart had been a tranquilizer, no wonder it took me a while to remember it all. I had fallen asleep and when I woke, I had woken up here, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of a forest with blood covering every part of me, blood that wasn’t mind. did I kill them? I wasn’t strong enough to kill Five Bear shifters alone, but then again I don’t know my limits. I hadn’t ever changed before as far as I know maybe I had.

"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.

he commented. What if Hunter has been killed by Malia and Alpha Callum?

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.