Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Instead, I glance back down at my phone. "Did you find what I asked?" Riley sighs quietly, already knowing exactly which request I mean. "He left the precinct yesterday afternoon." I say nothing. "He stopped at St. Mary's Hospital." My gaze lifts to him. The words Quinn muttered last night drift back into my mind. Something in his voice sounded different then. Exhausted and broken. "Why?" Riley opens the folder tucked beneath his arm. He glances down at the report. "His mother has end-stage renal disease."

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

Elara murmured, her voice heavy with uncertainty. "What a mess, Alpha," Antonio muttered as he and Guiller stepped inside the building. The sight was gut-wrenching—Hunter was standing there, barely upright, his clothes soaked in blood. A nasty gash on his head trickled down to his cheek, and his hands were tied, stretched to either side of the wall. His chest and arms were crisscrossed with lash marks, and the blow to his head looked like it had been delivered with something heavy.

To add to the knowledge, she already had a clue about the young man standing behind on the mezzanine floor. Back at the precinct, she gave the young man’s description to a police sketch artist for a picture. Adams theory and the mysterious disappearance of the young man was making sense. She had enough to have a suspect and conduct a search. Above this, she had recently realized about her roots of being from the vampire hunters’ family. It was about time she beheaded some blood suckers. Her team was as equally ready. The hunt for the beast began by distribution of the picture from the sketch artist.

How does one little woman with no resources just up and disappear? I still have my guys out there combing everywhere for even the slightest sighting of her. Henry clearing his throat brought me out of my memories. "You ok boss." "Yea I'm fine", I said. I looked across the table and saw that the client was no longer present. "I was approached by Maximus yesterday", Henry told me. "What did he want?" "He wants three extra shipments this month", he scoffed. Now I'm angry, those disgusting vamps don't tell me what to do ever. If it wasn't for me and trafficking their live blood banks, they wouldn't even be able to get their hands on fresh blood without alerting the humans or the Vindicta. I woul

The coppery smell blood of the young man I had punched and pinned to the ground filled my nose. One way in, several ways out, and I chose the easiest way to get back to Rose's apartment, in her bathroom, so I could wash myself off that fucker’s blood. She might be back from her date. I could see her collected step as she walked into her bedroom and then her bathroom. She took me by surprise by showing up in here naked; it was nice to see her in her birthday suit, but it wasn't what I needed to see right now; it could spark up the portion of my brain that had her name engraved on it.

I felt a rush of emotions in my chest when I saw her pale face. ‘ Get Drew here.’ I mindlinked Theo as I rushed her into the room. Her lifeless face brought a strange feeling into my chest as I placed her gently on the bed. Her feet were covered in blood, and for the first time in my life, I loathed the smell and sight of blood. What the fuck was wrong with me? “ He is here.” Theo rushed in with Drew but raised a brow when he saw her lying on the bed.” What happened?” Drew asked with a worried gaze, and I gave him a cold silence as I started walking out without looking back.

Blood spread across her shirt. "No," she gasped. "Not like this. I was supposed to win." "You lost," Viktor said coldly. "The moment you came after my family." Katerina coughed. Blood bubbled on her lips. Her eyes found mine. "This is not over," she whispered. "There are others. They will finish what I started." "Who?" I demanded. But she did not answer. The light in her eyes went out. Her body went still. She was dead.

I gasped as I scrambled away from her, looking at my hands. My hands are covered in her blood. I can feel the stain sinking deeper than my skin, marking my soul. I have killed my mother. There is no redemption from that. My gaze darted to the other woman as she held Isis’ limp but still breathing body. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes as they burned trails down my cheeks. Isis is alive, but Mother isn’t. There has been too much bloodshed. I need to stop this. I need to get the hunters away from the werewolves, away from my sister and Auntie.