Novel & Cerita Bounty Hunter Bloods Hand Signs

Then the one with the scorched tattoo over his left hand exhaled long. “And the girl?” “Maren belongs to Bloodfang. You will not touch a strand of her hair.” “You’re asking a lot,” one muttered. “No,” I corrected, stepping forward. “I’m not asking. I’m telling.” A long minute passed. Finally, the grey-eyed elder gave a slow nod. “If we agree… it must be sealed.” I held out my hand. “Blood.” I sliced open my palm without hesitation. Then the elders, one by one, opened theirs. The blood dripped into the small bowl between us.

He was on their uniform black sleeves. Boom! The shot was fired… Wait… I paused, slowly replaying the scene The hand behind the killer had a scar on his wrist, quite a unique symbol than it was a mark of victory. Zooming in, I pressed my eyes to the screen to get every fucking details. The scar filled in the large screen, revealing the crescent shape that was slightly covered with the sleeve. Damn it! How the fuck was I missing that for ages?!

My shoulders thumped lightly against the wall. I exhaled, closing my eyes for half a second. Rule Two, I thought. Bloodline overrides contracts. They’d used it like a crowbar. We’d use it like a bomb. The bracelet warmed again, responding to the vow curling itself quietly around my bones. Outside, sirens wailed in the distance—unrelated, for now. Street sounds blurred into a steady white noise. The handler settled into a tense silence, eyes on her tablet. The enforcer by the doors shifted occasionally, the clink of his armor a metronome.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

Behind me, the room was silent. "I cannot choose," I said softly, but in the breathless stillness my words carried. "You each own part of me that I cannot reclaim." I turned my palms upward. "My blood, freely given, is all I have left to offer. Will you share it?" I extended my hand. After an endless moment, Scar moved first, pulling a dagger from his belt. He drew the blade across his palm and clasped my hand tightly. Blood mingled. Hunter silently grasped my other hand and repeated the gesture. Lastly Frost took the dagger and cut his own palm, pressing it to mine.

He smirked, his hand trailing all over my skin setting a burning fire within me. “Maybe I don't need any protection from you.” I say and his smirk grew and his eyes widened and withdrew his hands from me. “Smart answer.” He says, biting his thumb so he bleeds before quickly stamping his bloody thumbprint on the contract. “A contract bonded by blood. Your turn.” He said, requesting my hand and then he pricked my thumb. Bright red blood rushed and I stamped on the contract besides his own bloody stamp. I winced at the pain as excessive blood began to rush from my thumb. Was this a bad omen or a sign that this was eventually going to end up in blood.

“Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!” “Oh my. Today sure is the Bounty collector’s lucky day. Like using one bird to kill two stones.” Another male voiced wearing a dark cloak, glowing bronze in one eye with the letter ‘C’ emblem below the glowing right eye while putting his hand on the young lady’s blond braided hair as she pursed her lips for she was average in height seemingly the shortest.

The momentum in both his punches slashed across thin air. Blood Hand had a layer of blood mist covering both his palms. As he waved his hands, a bloody hand signet was formed in the air and charged toward Chu Xun. Wherever the hand signet traveled, the snow melted and even evaporated, indicating its horrifying power. When Chen Wuhui and Wu Changfeng were knocked back, a burst of energy shot out from under their feet. They made use of that energy to charge toward Chu Xun again, attempting to take his life this time.

I took it on my left hand and cut my right palm. "I take the blood oath on Moon God that I will always use my blessings only for the benefits of others and I will not misuse my powers." I said and pressed my bloody palm to some canvas like-thing kept over a table which was coated with some sort of chemical to preserve my imprint. I handed over the dagger back and smiled at them. I looked behind them and I could still see the three outlines. And I am getting curious about the meaning of this engravement. "What does that carving means?"