Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears. The front of my shirt had long since lost its original color. It was soaked through with blood. The pool beneath me had spread to Derrick’s shoes, sticky and dark. “Harriet?” Derrick’s voice trembled. He called my name again. “Harriet?” Mom had been celebrating Sheila’s safe return. When she saw Derrick storm toward the storage room, she followed him. The sight before her made her scream. She covered her mouth and staggered back a step. Dad had been comforting the frightened Sheila. After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

“She bit him first.” The chains on my wrists are gone. I don’t remember breaking them. My mouth tastes like iron and lightning. The four marks on my neck are burning. Not pain. Ownership. The auction hall is silent. Three thousand wolves, and nobody breathes. Because the Fifth Law just woke up, and it’s hungry. Rook rolls his neck until it cracks. The bullet hole in his chest is already knitting shut, black veins spiderwebbing out from the wound. Necro-wolf. I killed him. He came back. That’s rule one of this nightmare.

“Oh, hell no! Shits has been going on in New York.” Maureen is a member of a group of hunters known as the ‘Five Fingers.’ She was trained after she left on by the Five Fingers. They hunt supernatural creatures who go after the human population. Their code is simple: ‘We hunt those that hunt us!’ When she got a call from Rosita about the killing of their father and their sister missing, she already know something supernatural is behind it. She didn’t come alone but came with half a dozen of her team. Before Lucas could throw another question, he heard a dominant footstep approaching. “She’s not alone,” she glanced at Ann.

the doctor said and Pedro looked so pained and hurt. "Thank you, you can go," Pedro said and the doctor carried his things before going. Pedro closed the door and leaned on it with a sigh. He had a hesitant look in his eyes before he slowly walked towards a drawer. He opened the drawer and pulled out a glass vial, holding it up. It contained blood. "Earlier that month, Pedro had gotten his hand on the blood of a powerful demon, Xithon killed by a society called the NightHunters," Viktor explained and I looked at Pedro again as I realized what he must have done.

He called it his "Last Chance." I reached out and picked it up. The metal was sticky. I pulled my hand back, my heart dropping into my throat. My palm was smeared with a thick, dark crimson. The blood was so fresh it still felt warm. I looked at Dante. He hadn't turned around, but his shoulders were rigid. "Dante?" my voice was a ghost. "Where is he?" Dante turned slowly. The "Hidden Light" I thought I saw moments ago was gone, replaced by a cold, predatory vacuum. He looked at the blood on my hand, then back to my eyes.

This was his first kill and certainly won't be the last. Nicholas The evening was hard for them overall. Especially for Lucifer and his son. The boy no more than five or six years had been found in a pool of blood. Tanning was barely breathing from the castration. Huntley kept him alive for one purpose only. To torture information from the bastard. The mafia leader will take pleasure in pealing their prisoner's skin inch by inch until they could squeeze all to help their cause.