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.

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…

“Why would ……I want to kill ….myself” He asked, still lying weakly. She heard footsteps from behind her turning to see a man,dressed identically as her, coming from the bedroom. She stood up. “She's here,and she saved him, requesting back up” He said to the device connected to his ear. “You should have requested a mortuary van, because you won't be leaving here alive” Scar said as she attacked him with all the fear she felt seeing Ethan lying unconscious. They collided,fists flying,scar dodged expertly.

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.”

His fangs grow long and pierce Hector’s neck. Hector screams. The feeling of fire travels through his body. Hector feels his heart slow as Rex drinks his blood. Hector sees red, then nothing as his body dies. Once Rex is finished draining Hector of his life force, he seals the wound. Hector is lifeless. “Cuff his hands and let’s get back before someone comes looking for him,” orders Rex. The other two obey. Jesse cuffs Hector's hands and Mike slings Hector’s lifeless body over his shoulder. The five of them head away from Hector’s home and back towards their Master’s castle.

I try to return his grin, but his next words force me to sober straight up and lie my lily ass off. “Where you been tonight, huh?” He squeezes my shoulder. “Your old lady had no clue. Alessia said you went racing straight to church, only Sicillio confirmed you never showed, enforced we really aught to locate you before you did something…” His voice pitches all the lower. “...stupid.” “I got an ongoing hunt for the bloodsucker that murdered Mike and Jim,” I reply, holding his eyes with clear, furious resolve I do not gotta fake. “Had to pin that monster in his new hidey-hole before the lead went cold.”

“Well she in her wolf form.. like I said. She was breathing heavily.. as if she were tired.. she had blood on her…. you could see she had been in a fight…” “Whose blood?” Someone interrupted. Lorenzo snapped his head up to see who had asked that question. It was the fifth and final man in the council. He didn’t recognize him, perhaps he was new. He was much younger than the rest of them.. with blonde hair and glasses. “I’m sorry?” Nicklaus replied. “Whose blood was on Emily? Was it Susan’s?” “Well I mean obviously it would have had to of been …” Nick started. But he was interrupted again by man number five.

Paulette sneered and then put the middle finger of Barnett’s right hand into the bloody cigar cutter. Crack! It was very easy and neatly done. Two middle fingers dripping with blood were cut off just like that. “Ah!” Barnett lay on the ground and screamed again, then whimpered a few times. His fingers twitched twice, but soon there was no reaction. At this time, the screen flashed. The fifth game was completed, and the sixth five-minute countdown began. In the NYPD, meanwhile… Hart’s cell phone also rang. Before everyone turned to look at him, he had already made his choice.