Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

She wasn’t really sure if it was a good idea striking a deal with this threatening bloodhunt. She thought she was gaining the upperhand, but it turned out that the bloodhunt was smarter than her. All of a sudden, the bloodhunt spoke, “You’re different from your kind. Scared—yes, but quite amusing. Young lady, you have spunk.” The bloodhunt bit his fingertip and began to scribble something on the ground with his own blood. “Witborn, what’s your name?” She looked at what the bloodhunt was doing. “Chastine. W-why?”

Anything. They would need hair or skin or a nail and I can't think of a situation where they could've obtained it. “They got your blood from some woman,” he said shaking his head. I never gave my blood to anyone. What woman would've gotten her paws on blood? The list of people I wanted to kill was growing longer name by name. “What woman?” “I don’t remember her name, just that she was a Lady,” No. Fucking. Way. That little skank used the blood she drew from me the night of the Hunt and handed it over to a witch!

Survival. Fifth cup this morning. And it’s just 7:00 a.m. I think I’m losing it. I shove the empty glass aside, grip my car key and briefcase, and head out of the penthouse. The city is too bright. The drive to H&V is a blur of traffic and half-formed thoughts, all circling the same maddening thing— Her blood. The fact that I couldn't hold in another person's blood, especially Morgan's, after marking her.

I dropped to my knees beside the bed, grabbed the edge of the bare mattress, and inhaled deeply. The scent was thick on the fabric, crisp and bright. "Theodore," I rasped, my fingers digging into the worn fabric of the mattress until my knuckles turned white. I stood up and scanned the floor around the bed. Near the splintered doorframe, my boot kicked a small piece of plastic. I bent down and picked up the peel-off backing of a medical scent patch. Next to it, dried into the wood, was a thin smear of fresh blood. His patch had been ripped off. His scent was floating out into the open air of a district crawling with people who didn't care about the laws. I jammed the plastic into my pocket,

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.

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.

When he heard the news of Chase’s location, he quickly came to South River City but still could not find Chase. “Huh? There’s bloodshed in the suburbs.” Assassin Five was sensitive to bloodshed due to his occupation. There was a flash, and he appeared at the location where Chase had killed the Eastern Ocean Heavenly Masters. “It’s him!” Assassin Five mumbled and followed Chase’s aura as he headed south. … At the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Joverton, Chase did not see Ira and the others. He called Enola’s phone only to find out that Ira had not decided on the exact shooting location. Chase could only find a hotel to check in at Joverton.

One came closer and then stood over her, his shiny eyes boring into her frightened own. “The Blood Orchid, where is it?”, he asked. He had the same gruff accent the other had without the accent. “I don’t know what that is….I swear i don’t”, Hailey cried. The Man reached over to draw her up. That was when something rammed into him, knocking him out. It was Trey or at least the Black Wolf he had turned into in the Kitchen. He bared his teeth and snarled at the circle he had jumped into. They attacked him and he fought back. Hailey remained on the ground still too stunned to react. Trey held his own against the pack but his sapping strength was no match for theirs. The cuts they made went deep

Leaning against a wall, Declan chuckles and says, “Anyone want to take bets on how many hybrids he’s killed?” “I’ll drop an even fifty grand saying this fuck hasn’t wetted his blade on any yet,” Clifton says. “It’s a losing bet,” I say and look down as I rest my bare foot between the hunter’s legs, right on the edge of his seat. “I bet he’s still a virgin, in more than one way. Wonder what it will feel like if I drain his virgin blood.” Brody steps up beside me and pokes me in the ribs. “I need his blood before you fucks mess with him too much. Preferably untainted.”

Will heard the commotion before he was close enough to see and by the pungent scent of iron in the air, he knew he was running head-on into a bloodbath. The first sight that met his eyes was a hunter on the back of a brown wolf and a silver rope wrapped around its neck, by the looks of it, she was quickly losing consciousness. Will didn’t blink when he sprang from the ground and knocked the hunter off, the sound of bones shattering when his weight came down on the man only made him thirsty for blood.