Blood Hunt #5 Romane & Geschichten

I suck in the air as everything that'll tell I'll see another second rely on it. By the time I am back to normalcy, I look at my front to see the sport car, crashed into almost nothing. There's been an explosion from the collision that I didn't even notice until now. I can't find Olivia. Not far from me is a dead Hunter, his skin pale. If I am not mistaken, and with my knowledge of the Vampires, of course, I think he has been drained. Right after, I hear a moan, coming from my other side. It is Olivia. She's just finished drinking the blood, draining, another Hunter.

𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩 𝙬𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. – 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩. The hunt night was exhilarating for her as she finally had peacefully killed her prey, hearing his sobs, his cries, threats and pleads even. Begging for his corrupt life and even trying to bribe his way out but nothing would've satisfied Maya except for the death of someone who sucked the blood of innocents.

He only needed Madeline. Someone screamed, and there was such roaring in his head that he jerked back, covering his ears. Hunt turned, his breaths sharp as he pushed the door, and the smell of blood hit him first. On the foot of the dias, his father laid on his belly, blood pooling beneath him, and not too far, in the arms of his mate, his mother was… Hunt stumbled a step forward. Perhaps the blood didn’t shake him as hard as the sight of Madeline holding the dagger that stopped his mother’s heart—the dagger that was still in her unmoving chest. His mother’s pale eyes stared at the chandelier, unseeing. Gone.

Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air. I thought that I may have seen a sanguis before, in the middle of the forest when I was a kid when my father knocked on an unfamiliar door and - “She’s shifting back!” Alarick hurriedly approached the prisoner and covered her with the suit he was wearing. I looked at Alarick, who was now lifting the unconscious prisoner. I nodded when I got what he was thinking. “We cannot let her stay here.”

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

I lunged forward, the silver rope slipping down the shattered fragments of the chair as my hands, now heavily clawed and bleeding, came free in front of my chest. I dropped to the floor, my breath coming in ragged pants as I dragged myself toward the wall. Through the thick stone of the door, the muffled sound of a violent argument cut through the silence of the corridor. “The entire Blackthorn vanguard is hunting us, you idiot!” Detective Rowan Black’s voice was high, stripped of its usual smooth authority. “The Okoye Alpha has triggered the Blood Hunt! My badges won’t save us if his wolves cross into the heights!”

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

Three days after identifying Silas Greythorne's handwriting, Sera woke to urgent knocking. Lucien burst in before she could answer, his eyes wild with fear. His voice was tight, almost cracking. "There's been a murder." She was out of bed immediately. "What? Where?" "The Nocturne District. A vampire elder, found dead in his home last night." He handed her his phone. "Look at the positioning." Sera's blood ran cold, and a wave of nausea rose in her throat. The body was arranged on the floor, arms spread, throat slashed. Around him, ritual markings drawn in blood.

I obeyed, and waited for his orders. He came forward, and lowered his head. I swallowed. He was dangerously close. He leaned in and I shifted back. “Oh, God,” my mind rang. He sniffed, his nose touching my neck. I held back the urge to scream, waiting for him to finish. “You smell different.” He pulled away. “Blood?” He questioned. What was he talking about? I walked in here and he was bathed in God knows who's blood and he had the audacity to ask me if I smelt of blood?

It looked like the steady spilling of blood, soaking into the ground and marking the earth with death. I took a long, uneasy breath in. A tug somewhere deep within my chest soothed the ache, and the next breath I drew came easier. A flash of cobalt smouldered alongside my pain, my fear, covering it and calming it until it no longer hurt; a bright black hole winking a blazing star out of existence. “Perhaps the other vamps cleared it up,” Paps said, leaning against the counter. “If they knew of Alice’s plans,” Dad hummed, taking a seat at the kitchen table. He turned to Harper, his dark eyes curious. “How, exactly, did you end up with her?”