Blood Money Hitman Walkthrough Novels & Stories

The arrow landed on the ground, hitting no one but dust. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Everyone chants in unison. Haris quickly ran away from the carnage. He halted as a man blocked his way holding a mace. Thick red blood dripped down from the mace and a dead woman's body with a whacked head lie in the ground. "Where ya going boy?" the man grinned. His face was also full of blood. "Running away?" he chuckled.

I mean if you’re going to hire someone to kill me at least hire someone of my own calibre, this is just insulting. Deciding to make quick work of things, I pull Crimson from my ankle strap, tilt his head forward and run the blade across his jugular. This fucker isn’t worth my time. I discard his body to the side and with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, I get up and turn my attention to Lowell. He looks like he’s shitting bricks. I move closer as I hear the sounds of Mr Hitman choking on his own blood. He’ll be dead soon. “I don’t know who you are, or who he is. Just please don’t kill me. I won’t say anything I swear,” he pleads. Using the butt of my gun I land a couple hard hits

There wasn't any room for a mistake, not a trace of him should be found at the crime scene. He stood up with full force and pushed the man. The man hit the wall with his shoulders then he fell on the ground and was growling. Jason wiped the blood from his mouth then his eyes drifted towards the men's area, he saw the body of his granny's henchman laying lifeless on the floor with two bullets shot to his forehead. He shut his eyes, and slowly picked his gun on the floor, before the hitman could stand on his feet, Jason shot at him on his chest three times.

I pull my wallet from my back pocket and withdraw a stack of bills. “There you go.” I throw a handful of cash and watch as the bills scatter across his bloody, broken body. “That should help with the hospital bills. Next time, you’ll be leaving in a body bag.” The last thing I see before I give in and let Roger pull me out of the warehouse is the blood soaking into the bills, the dark red spreading across green. I’ve heard it calledblood moneybefore but never considered the term literally. “I thought you were leaving the kicking ass part up to me?” Roger questions, tires squealing as we peel out of the lot.

I screamed, charging toward Amon's men. The glass cut through the air drawing a savage red line across one of his men's throats. Blood poured out, and his eyes instantly rolled in the back of his head. I was sure he was dead, but I wasn't leaving anything to chance. I raced toward him and plunged the glass into the man's heart. I screamed with bloodthirsty eyes as I ripped the man's heart out with my bare hands and bit into it. Viktor had one of Amon's men pinned to the floor and jabbed the stake in his heart. Then, he looked up at me with a giant smirk.

"Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..." His voice broke as he wept, like a kid who'd done something unforgivable. "I deserve to die... I deserve to die..." I sighed. "You don't have to die. Just stay out of my life." *** Back home, Vincent insisted on wiring me a ridiculous amount of money. "This is a breakup fee. If you don't take it, that means you don't agree to break up." I took it. Just like that, I was financially free. ***

They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system. Garick’s gaze tracked the fading lines of the corruption, and then his eyes shifted to the dark, deep gash slashed across Riheirk’s left wrist, still sluggishly weeping dark crimson. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew the biological ledger had been permanently signed. Riheirk braced himself for the explosive wrath of an enraged Alpha dad. He opened his mouth, his gravelly baritone rough and completely stripped of its usual military authority. "Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing he

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

"I don’t want to hurt my friends. I think I have to stay away from them." "You had human blood yesterday to recover; that’s why you keep craving for more. Once the human blood you drank leaves your system, you will stop craving human blood." Damon explained. "But what if I hurt someone before the blood leaves my system and—" "Just keep yourself from being hungry by drinking animal blood, and you’d be fine." He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "So can you stop being paranoid now?" She opened her mouth to respond, but her words died on her lips when Bryan suddenly appeared before them.

I heard him grab Lila's wrist, heard pine needles crunch under boots, then forest swallowed them. I didn't look back.Inside, I spread the contract parchment flat. Two hours to midnight. Blood moon would peak. Assignment would lock. No ritual, no blood, no wanting could undo it. I could go south. Marshlands. Territory that never knew my name.I didn't reach for the knife. Just sat. Stared at parchment a long time.Then started reading. Old texts. Southern geography. Marshland survival codes. Every rule, every danger, every thing needed to start over somewhere else.