Bloodline Killer 2 Novels & Stories

He drove. With the situation at hand taking the main road to the villa was a risk, someone might be watching him right now. He took the logging trail that looped around the back of the ridge. He parked a mile out and walked the rest of the way, moving through the dripping forest like a ghost. He smelled three things before he saw it. Smoke. Cordite. Blood. He reached the tree line overlooking the rear courtyard. Park signaled behind him. Twelve men emerged from the trees. These were thugs from the underground fighting rings of Busan. They carried baseball bats wrapped in barbed wire, hatchets, and knives.

"It leads to the basement compactor room. It's safe. My men are securing the lower levels now." I didn't hesitate. I didn't look back at him with lingering concern, and I didn't ask what would happen to him. I scrambled into the opening, eager to put as much distance between myself and my mother's killer as humanly possible. As I fell into the black abyss, sliding down the smooth metal incline, the last thing I heard was the deafening roar of Dante's gun firing into the dark, and the sound of the door above being kicked open once again.

I had seen this type of crime on one occasion in Surrey, two wounds in a main vein of the body, wanting to bleed the victim, removing every last drop of the vital fluid that runs through the veins of the body, almost all of them young women and beautiful. Who are you? - Macmillan said to the green board that at that moment had it full of clippings and annotations, diagrams of possible assassin weapons, and a huge question mark in the middle of everything. An officer entered the office, it was close to midnight, many of the guards would begin their rounds from King Cross to streets bordering the Thames, in the last nights, these men were accompanied by guard dogs, but always the man was more

Lightning bolts shot from their fingertips, striking down foes with deadly accuracy. The vampires glided through the shadows, their movements nearly impossible to track. They attacked with lethal precision, their claws and fangs finding the throats of their victims before they even knew they were in danger. The Reds moved like a ghost, their swords flashing silver as they took down Rufus warriors one after another. The Reds' eyes shone with a sinister glow, reflecting the bloodlust that drove them. The battlefield was a scene of chaos and violence, filled with roars, screams, and the sound of clashing steel.

Gage said. “Fuck, Gage. I’m sorry … I …” “I killed Alejandro for her. She watched me cut his dick off, the dick that raped her and then I sodomized him with a baton for carving his name into her. She asked me to make him bleed and I let her watch as he breathed his last breath.” “How would my father know that you killed Alejandro? Nobody even thinks of you as dangerous, Gage,” he said. “Dominic’s just guessing. We’re waiting for more information but I can tell you, whoever is responsible for this will bleed.” The look in Gage’s eyes told Tomassino exactly what Gage would do to the man responsible, family by blood or not.

Ryker drew out the black roots from his neck and he felt the blood warm in his mouth, but he had not drawn all when he suddenly felt it caught his throat and he quickly withdrew before throwing up blood at the side. Maximus could still see the line there and he looked at Ryker who then transformed back. Ryker wheezed and his body shook alongside. He shook his head and said, “I can’t do it.” “What do you mean you can’t?” Maximus asked. “Are we just going to leave Cassian to die then?” “Wait,” Remus said. “What?” Maximus asked. Remus trailed his finger along the line on Cassian’s neck and arm. “I think it stopped moving,” he said.

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

“And the moment they try to use those keys, the real code will trace the signal back to their exact location. We don’t need to find them anymore, Elena. They just walked into our trap.” Suddenly, the van’s radio suddenly came on with static. A strange voice filled the dark cabin. It was not Victor this time. It was a cold woman’s voice with a British accent. “Mr. Blackwood,” the woman said through the speaker. “Your father’s kill-switch was clever. But you forgot something. Bloodline is not just about computer codes. Look at your sons’ wrists.” My head dropped to the twins in my lap. I pulled the thick blue blanket away, and my eyes widened in shock.