Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

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

"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!"

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Just like yesterday. Borham walks in holding five glasses of water. "Drink up. You must be tired." He smiled like a soldier who had won the war. Henry picked up his flask. "Thanks but we had enough water already." "Oh. My apologies. What would you like to eat?" "Nothing. It's fine. We are okay. Instead, tell us what happened outside. Why is there blood everywhere? And a hand? Why is it a vampire? Borham looked like he was done with Jonathan's nonstop questions.

Streams of blood flowed around him, and he had a strong desire to kill. Two hours later, Chu Xun arrived at the site. When he saw the cities full of blood, his eyes looked cold. They were five cities. All of them were submerged in blood. There was no trace of life in the cities. Tens of millions of lives died in the five cities. He spread out his divine sense, trying to find the breath of the Blood race. Unfortunately, the cities turned silent, and the Blood race had disappeared. Chu Xun didn't think that those figures had fallen and died.

Hunter deepens the kiss, robbing her of the last of her breath. Silvia tried to push him but he didn't budge. She needs to breathe or else she might lose her consciousness. Hunter wasn't moving away at all. He looked high on something. Devouring her like a hungry beast. She grabbed the back of his shirt only to feel wetness. Her eyes widened when she noticed crimson on her hand. He was bleeding. Abruptly everything went black as she was sucked in somewhere else.

The crimson glow in his eyes faded as he gasped his last breath. No. 1 and No. 3 barely had time to react before my butterflies carved through their throats. Blood sprayed like mist as their bodies slumped onto the cold, blood-soaked floor. A heartbeat of silence. Then—clapping. Slow. Measured, came from the corner of the room. I turned sharply. No. 5 was smiling. "Impressive," he mused, stepping over the corpses like they were nothing more than discarded trash. "I had a feeling you weren’t ordinary. But now—" He tilted his head, his crimson eyes glinting in the dim light. "Now, I know."