Bounty Hunter Bloods Hand Signs Novels & Stories

"I need an army that can keep up with me. Do you submit, or do I find a new commander for the Bloodhand Battalion?" Nyx looked up at the terrifying, immaculate human standing on her chest. She looked at his cold, slate-grey eye, and she recognized a predator that belonged at the very top of the food chain. Slowly, Nyx bared her fangs in a bloody, entirely respectful grin. She tapped her fist against the concrete floor three times—the universal sign of submission in the pits. "I yield," Nyx rumbled, her voice full of awe. "The Bloodhand is yours, Boss."

Low, ancient, resonant in a frequency that vibrated in the bones. "I have not come for you." He raised one hand. A single finger, pointing through the ranks of wolves directly at me. "The dual blooded one. Give her to me, and I will leave your precious Alliance intact. Every wolf here walks away alive.” His hand lowered. “Refuse, and you all die.” Silence. The kind that has weight. I felt it. The tremor that ran through the gathered wolves. Not all of them knew what the Blood Moon Cult was.

He opened it and drunk from it directly, ignoring the angry man on his front. "Huh! You are bounty hunters, right? Young bounty hunters who want to play around the globe. Doing fancy magic shows? Running out wild to earn what? Money? Fame? Build a name? Hah! You don't know me kiddos. I know you're just little cutie novices who will run away from me with your tails on your asses. I am a big name y'know that? My Master will never forgive you if you lay a hand on me. Wait, you already hurt me. Okay, just pay me and I'll think that nothing from this moment happe--"

he whispered. "Before the night ends,” I countered, “I wonder if your blood will be on my lips. Amber, check each person's hands." Whoever invited Amon would have a cut on their hand, symbolizing the blood pack—there’s no way it’d heal already. Amber checked the hands of each person and stopped as she approached Godfrey. He looked at her and smiled, then held his out and turned his palms outward. Amber meticulously examined Godfrey's hand. Sweat began to pour down my forehead. I sensed Godfrey was the one who invited Amon into my home, and I couldn't wait until he was found guilty.

The dagger gleamed beneath the torchlight like liquid moonlight caught in steel. Its edge was whisper-thin, carved with the ancient sigil of the Council Head—two serpents coiled around a bleeding rose. The emissary held it with reverence as he stepped into the center of the chamber. His voice carried the cold finality of tradition. "The Mark of Blood," he declared, "demands not endurance, but offering. The test of loyalty made flesh." Alessia stood still, every muscle taut, though her heart thundered in her chest.

"To protect, to challenge, to love until the final moon rises." With instinctive coordination, we moved closer together. I extended my wrists, palms up in the ancient gesture of offering. Jackson took my right wrist, Maison my left, their touch sending electricity coursing through me. With careful precision, each pressed a claw to my skin—just enough to draw a small bead of blood. "Blood to bind," I whispered.

"You know what I mean." Deep bayou… Hunter paced back and forth, restlessly, until she appeared. “Caroline, listen, I need to find her—” he started, but stopped short when he noticed her hands behind her back. She pulled one forward, blood smeared across her palm. She was chanting, her voice low and steady as she closed the distance between them. “What the hell are you…” His words cut off as he clutched his head, dropping to his knees. The pain felt like it was splitting his skull open.

She then pushed her hair aside exposing her neck, I watched as he got closer to her. Is he really going to feed directly from her? “This will be the last time I am getting blood from you, after this go to Mark and he will give you all the money you want. I never want to see your face again” he said and then took a glass. He handed it to her. I could see the fear in her eyes as she looked at him. “You are lucky I don’t like staining my hands with human blood. You would have been dead by now” he said then sat back down.

" Firstly, sign this. With this, I will be assured that we truly have an agreement. I hope you don't mind." " It's not a problem. How do I sign?" " No signature is as effective as a blood signature," he replies Brielle bit her thumb, drawing blood. She then pressed her thumb on the scroll. The contract glowed before incinerating into thin air. " It is done." Brielle took the lantern of life and put in the fire. " Thank you."