Blood Hunters Game Novels & Stories

He only saw the bird finally accepting its cage. “We’ll leave on Monday,” he said. “It will be the event of the season, Lisa. I promise you.” He led me toward the stairs, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back. I walked beside him, a ghost in a silk slip, carrying the secret of our blood like a concealed weapon. Toby was coming back. Arthur Vance was waiting in the shadows. And Elaine was waiting with her marble foyer. But none of them knew the real game. None of them knew that the Little Bird had found the key to the cage, and she was going to use it to burn the whole forest down.

He stumbled back against me, his left arm hanging completely limp, a deep, terrifying river of dark crimson pouring from the jagged exit wound, soaking through his skin and dripping heavily onto the floor. "I'm fine," he ground out through a clenched jaw, his face turning an ashen, deathly pale color within seconds. "Keep moving. There are more of them downstairs." The sound of heavy, tactical boots echoed from the main entrance. They were hunting us. They were tracking the blood. I grabbed Malakai around his waist, supporting his massive weight as we scrambled down the dark corridor. Every single light in the apartment had died, plunging the fortress into a pitch-black labyrinth illuminated

I know how important it is for me. Three months later Today is a big day for me, I gonna participate in a game. I don't know what the game is but I have a hush that it's not any good game cause the winner will get into BLOOD. I mean the mafia gang Leo has and which is also from his generation. It's gonna happen in his base. This game is just for humans not for any other species. But the humans who participate are aware that they are singing the death sentence as well as death. If you win never can go out of BLOOD serve for them, fight for them and die for them. If you not I don't know exactly what they gonna do with them. By observing them all I think they will kill them.

Arrows sang through the smoke like whispers meant to kill. Jet made a break for it but before he could escape something faster struch him. Thwack!—an arrow nailed him to a wooden beam. He screamed once before another arrow found his throat. The room vanished into smoke. White tendrils coiled around broken pillars. Shadows flickered fast, quiet, merciless. Three figures stepped into the storm like ghosts walking through fire. The first tall, coat snapping at his heels, steel in his eyes didn’t slow. Calvin Hunt. The man whose name made wolves flinch. Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking.

"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 shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

My gun, strapped to my thigh, pulsed against my leg with every movement, and the bandolier of carved bullets slung across my chest swung softly from side to side. Near-silent footsteps trailed me. Near-silent, but familiar – boot soles slinking upwards in perfect sync. My Dads. I knew without seeing that they were behind me, just as I knew that the rest of the hunters were following behind them. We were an impenetrable unit, and we would win. I could feel it in my bones, could feel it in every feather-light step I took. We had the element of surprise, the upper hand. We were going to win. I could hear murmuring conversation from above when I reached the fourth four. I crept closer and closer

I look over at the tall blonde with copper streaks, blue eyes pooling beside him, mocking her face. Good fucking friends, you farm bitch! He's already got someone, and it’s not you. I stick my tongue out at the laptop’s screen. On second thought...Could this person be me? I wonder. Yes, it is definitely me! There is a Barcelona game in the afternoon and Hunter's family and I watch the game together before taking the plane back home. I don't have time to call Hunter because the country where he is six hours apart. The time difference makes it hard for us to talk. Everything that has happened is making me sick.