Blood Hunter Movie Novels & Stories

She found herself walking towards her and embracing the older woman, "I’m really sorry, but I don’t understand. Who in the world is that bastard that’s going to take Alice, and why can’t the biggest organization in the world cannot protect her?" She halted and let go of Clarisse as the realization hit her. There is one thing that hunters are wary of, and it was truly ironic. Hunters regard pureblood vampires as distinct from humans who have been turned into vampires. Turned vampires are like a cheap rip-off of purebloods that are still too powerful for humans to fight with.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Staring closing just before the News went off, I recognize the elderly man. The old man who Carmel almost ran into back in highschool… shit is he close to her?? BOOM!!! My skin crawled as I felt a thick blanket of bloodlust fill the door and turned to were my TV once hung, rather in its place was a large hole and my TV crunched to a pulp in the room behind. ‘ Danger!! ’Hunter growled in alarm. Is Hunter on alert now??? This is the first time he sounds agitated. I turned to see the source of the bloodlust, she trembled hard with her fist clenched and bloodied, and her brown hair began to flutter in the air.

We all got out of the cars and Ryan grabbed my hand and we walked towards the bouncer who was keeping a lot of people outside waiting before they got into the club. He was one of us though. And he definitely knew Ryan, so he let us all go through straight away. We went inside and saw a lot of werewolves inside. We didn’t know who they were, so they were from different packs, but they were definitely werewolves. Now we just had to make sure that no fights broke out between different packs. That was always a problem in these sorts of places. We went straight up to the bar and Ryan ordered his drink and ordered my usual. A shot of tequila chased down by a rum and coke.

"He's carrying royal blood, and he's weak. You grab a pregnant royal Omega, you don't just get a hostage—you get total leverage over the crown. You can blackmail King Madina for half a sector, or sell the kid to the highest bidder on the dark web. It's a goldmine. Half the bounty hunters between here and the core are scrubbing these docks right now, looking for anyone hiding a fresh scent patch." Cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. Four hundred thousand credits. Criminal syndicates. Bounty hunters. I wasn't just hiding from my father's royal guards anymore. Every cutthroat, mercenary, and syndicate runner on this planet was actively looking for an Omega hiding behind a patch. If

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

With the quick flick of her wrist, I feel warm blood seep from my neck. “What are you doing?” I squirm trying to get free. For all I know I’m laid out on the table to be her sacrificial lamb. She brings a small vile to my neck, holding it against the skin she collects some of the blood. Then caps the tiny bottle and shuffles back across the room. “I have seen what has passed and what is to come. Life and death. Death and life. The destiny of the chosen one is determined by your Hunter – Son of Lycaon.”

Damon assured but looking towards the bounty hunter, as if warning him "Look, don't take this personally, but I get paid for killing people, I kill you, I put food on the table, that's it, you didn't kill Anton? I get that, but I still gotta get paid, so you gotta die" the bounty hunter pointed his bow at me again, Damon and I stood up, Damon was standing in front of me but I moved him shaking my head, confident the hunter couldn't hurt me, and I was right the bow was pointing at me but the arrow was not shot, he couldn't shoot it "Damn it!!!" He screamed putting the bow down, he sat down again. I started laughing but not because of what just happened, but because of what was about to happen

I saw the young boy wake up, his eyes wide with terror as a Hunter grabbed his father by the throat. "Let him go!" I found myself screaming. I didn't think. I just ran toward them. I swung my bandaged hands, hitting the Hunter’s arm. A jolt of white-hot pain shot up my shoulders, but the silver light—that strange, terrifying heat—flashed for a split second. The Hunter let out a muffled grunt and stumbled back, his sleeve smoking. "It's her!" the Hunter shouted. His voice was muffled by the mask. "We found her! Don't kill her yet, the advisor wants her alive!"