Blood Hunters Game Novels & Stories

said Kyra. "The code of hunters, 'we hunt those who hunt us, and the 'us' are the humans," said Cael. "And that code is for all the supernaturals." Everyone turned their backs to see Tyler approaching them. It surprised Kyra when Cael held her hand and slightly pulled her closer to him. Kyra looked at Cael. "Did you watch the news on TV?" Tyler asked. "Yeah. Raven called an ambulance last night," said Damon. "The murderer is supernatural?" Tyler asked.

They moved like trained hunters, surrounding us without leaving a single opening. One of them stepped forward and demanded to know where the boy was, and my father remained silent. The hunter looked around until his eyes finally landed on me. The moment he saw my face, his expression changed completely. His confidence disappeared, replaced by disbelief as he stared at me as though he had seen a ghost. His voice dropped when he whispered that the silver blood was awake, and my entire body went rigid. I looked at my father, demanding an explanation, but he kept his eyes on the hunters.

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!”

"Looks like negotiation time is over." Everything happened at once. Kade's forces opened fire on the hunters. The hunters, unnaturally fast, closed the distance with terrifying speed. Hail shoved me behind him and loosed a bolt from his crossbow, catching the nearest hunter in the shoulder, a shot that should have been lethal but merely made the creature stumble. Lena fired precise shots from her position, each bullet finding its mark but doing minimal damage. The hunters didn't bleed like normal humans; instead, a thick, black substance oozed from their wounds.

Callum called out, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Hunter glanced at the map. He pointed to the farthest cemetery, his decision quick and deliberate. A vampire grabbed him roughly, shoving him into the back of a darkened car. The door slammed shut, leaving him in silence. The screens flickered to life, casting an eerie blue light on the crowd gathered, their faces illuminated with anticipation and excitement. The six screens showed different views of the cemeteries: each one bathed in moonlight and shadows. The crowd, with their eager expressions and betting on their phones, watched as the contestants were shoved into the darkened cars.

he declares with a sly grin. Without warning, he hurls the bullet back at the Hunters with deadly force. The air crackles as it rockets toward them, almost creating a spark. Before the Hunters can register the approaching projectile, it pierces through one of their throats, leaving a gaping hole. Blood gurgles from the Hunter's mouth as he crumples to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky.

Magic and silver laced the air—a deadly combination. The hunters were creating something. It looked like a survivor. I clenched my dagger. "We stop this. Now." Kael nodded. "On my mark." I took a breath. Then we struck. I moved first, my dagger finding its mark in the nearest hunter’s throat. Blood sprayed as he crumpled, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud. Kael was a force of nature, claws tearing through flesh as he brought another man down. A third hunter turned, raising his gun—

The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart. I wiped the blood that splattered on my face and raised my head to find Rendall and Quinn. Rendall is owning this hunt by slashing the werewolf’s body mercilessly while Quinn, Quinn is nowhere to be found. “Quinn!” Finally, I saw a movement of Quinn’s bow and arrow behind the tree that is seven feet away from me. With a sigh of relief, I continued chasing another werewolf. It is faster and slimmer than the first one so I have to make sure that my eyes will always follow it.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

Eljo heard screams and saw that people were running out of the compound. Vampires won’t go near a hunter as they know that besides drinking to death or being burnt to death by fire or daylight, a hunter can kill them as well. A hunter, when their sense was activated, can penetrate a vampire's skin. All the hunters have to do was punch a hole in the place where the vampire's heart used to be and leave a single strand of their own hair; or any part of their body, but a strand of hair was the obvious choice. A single strand of hunter's hair in the place where a vampire’s heart used to be before it turned to ash, blows up vampire-like fireworks unless they were born Vampires like some Prehistori