Blood Hunters Game Novels & Stories

"I want you to reach outside the packs. Go to the dark web. Find the underground contractors. I want you to employ professional hunters." A heavy, uncomfortable silence dropped over the office. Hiring human hunters was a massive taboo. These were men who used silver bullets, wolfsbane gas, and high-tech tracking gear to capture and kill shifters. "Hunters?" Cross repeated, his voice thick with disbelief. "Alpha, those men are completely unpredictable. If they catch her, they might kill her just for sport."

I was engaged with a book about hunters which I got from William's old book collection. Hunters were half human and half supernatural. They looked like humans but has speed of werewolves. They can detect any werewolves near by. Their violet eyes starts glowing. Unlike other supernatural creatures hunters did not have other supernatural powers other than their speed that they can only use if their prey is near them.

For her and her Kingdome she had to kill. A drop of water dropped at her hands and it started raining washing away all the stains of blood from her face. Just then she heard a loud cry. “Ahhhhhhh.” Shama felt as if she knew the voice. It seemed like Ansh’s voice. Shama’s eyes went wide at the realisation. It’s been too much time since they were trapped in this room. The owner of haunted house was also with the assassins. “ANSH” Shama shouted as she heard his voice.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

The beta said, neatly placing the daggers and blades on the table. "Hunters….." Evelyn muttered, the word rolling out of her tongue leaving a bitter taste. "Who's hunters?" Rain asked before flopping down on one of the chairs. "Hunters are humans or sometimes other supernatural beings like us, " Scarlett started, "Humans were the first ones known as hunters. They used to hunt us and other supernatural beings like us because they were afraid of our power but that changed long ago. Now, hunters include humans, vampires, and even werewolves. They're a group of people who kill and attack people when they are offered money for the job." Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Hunter attacks are surprising which

𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩 𝙬𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. – 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩. The hunt night was exhilarating for her as she finally had peacefully killed her prey, hearing his sobs, his cries, threats and pleads even. Begging for his corrupt life and even trying to bribe his way out but nothing would've satisfied Maya except for the death of someone who sucked the blood of innocents.

he uttered in disgust. While he held me in place, I looked on worriedly as Tyrell was battling with three hunters at the same time. As they fell, more kept coming at him. He was now coated in both his blood—from contact with silver—and the blood of his fallen foes. The same goes for Cleo as well. It was all happening in slow motion when one of the hunters further away trained a gun directly at Tyrell’s back. I couldn’t take it anymore. He can’t die. He just can’t.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

Hunter weapons did not work on a vampire as rare as Death. The halls were silent, save for the clicking of our careful steps and heavy breathing. Mr and Mrs Veneziano seemed to know what they were doing, so did my parents. All we needed to do, was make sure we did exactly as we were told. Of course Haydon and I were not known for such things, and secretly, Haydon had decided to think up his own plan, and I did the same, neither one of us uttering our plan to one another or to our parents. Both, uttering a secret goodbye with each step we took, further into my home. This had to end here. Soon, Haydon and I caught a hold of Death’s scent and immediately we gave each other a look.