Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

The hunter had become the hunted. And the only question that remained: how many souls would have to fall before this blood-soaked game finally reached its end?

Adrian's men had once asked whether they should get my father medical help, but Adrian refused. After that, no one dared bring it up again. Adrian swayed and sank into a chair. "Tell me clearly." "Where did the money for my treatment come from back then?" Hannah opened her mouth. At last, she began to confess, and the past returned with brutal clarity. Five years ago, Adrian had been in a car accident. His inner wolf was badly injured, and during treatment, serious complications developed. The doctors said saving him would be difficult. The cost would be enormous.

But Bryan couldn’t be surprised, after all, Hunter was the grandson of Alpha Brooks who had murdered his twin brother. The interrogation was over in an hour, with Hunter giving up the location of the vampire he had paid to execute the murders. Bryan led the hunt for the vampire, and when it was apparent that Hunter's mercenary would not reveal anything useful, Bryan killed him swiftly and ruthlessly. When Bryan came back home, a bad taste remained in his mouth. He wondered if Roy would still love him if he knew just how ruthless he could be. Entering the guest bedroom, he was surprised to see Roy waiting up for him.

Hunter pointed out, abruptly stopping me halfway before I could lie on the bed. “Yeah, right, I actually didn't remember that and my hands are stained as well” I tossed the blanket aside, sitting up on the bed and watching my red hands. It was David's blood and it had dried up in my palms after carrying it around with me when we went, going to find Anita. “Hey, are you okay?” Hunter asked, taking the seat in the room and dragging it closer to the bed where I sat. “Yeah, of course, I'm fine” I shifted my attention from my hands to look at him, letting him know that I was okay.

Dear Reader, Thank you for being an amazing reader of my work. Please vote for BLOOD BATH (Full Moon) and also drop a review. Let me know your thoughts. Warm Regards, ❤️ Pinkie Alaha. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE. Trainor stepped forward with his gun pointing at Zain! "Put the gun down, Dad!" Megan yelled, her gaze fixed on the gun. "You might hurt yourself!" Zain stood still, relaxed and unbothered.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

She just wanted to be the Alice who blended in at school, not this hybrid drowning in a tangle of forbidden desires and buried secrets. A sudden surge hit her—her fingers tingled, nails lengthening, sharpening, as panic flooded her chest. She gasped, collapsing onto her bed, hands clutching the quilt, heart racing. Her senses flared—too sharp, too alive—catching a wild scent, like fur and blood. A vision slammed into her: a sterile lab, a baby crying, needles glinting, Samuel’s voice—her father’s—hissing, She’ll be our weapon. Her wrist burned, and she yanked up her sleeve, gasping at a faint scar she’d never noticed, shaped like a crescent moon with claws, glowing faintly. The vision shifte

My hand flew up before I could mull over it and landed squarely on his left cheek. A gasp escaped my lips. His head snapped to the side from the force with the sound echoing like danger. For a moment, everything went still. My breathing grew quicker with my eyes staring at my palms in absolute horror. Alessandro's eyes were dark when his head moved and his gaze met mine. I stood there quivering like a leaf. His jaw tightened. "Damn you," he hissed. Before I could move, he bent down and threw me over his shoulder. He lifted me like I weighed nothing.

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.

"Look at how horribly Rachel’s family died! Their new house is still under renovation—they were about to move in. My nephew was just a month old!" His voice rose. "If it weren't for you, Rachel’s family would've been so happy!" A tide of relatives broke into sobs. "I'll give you the money back. We don't need you to pay for the funeral. You know why I didn't call the police?" He stepped toward me, advancing like a hunter. "Because I want you dead." He swung a knife toward my head. I grabbed Freddie's arm and begged, "It really wasn't me. If you've got the wrong person, then you'll get your hands dirty for nothing!"