روايات وقصص ضمن Bounty Hunter Bloods Hand Signs

The stream behind me stilled; even the wind refused to breathe. Then I saw something, his hand, long-fingered and pale, sliding from the shadow. Black symbols crawled across his skin, shifting like living ink. In his palm was a shard of glass, sharp enough to slice the air. “Blood,” he said simply. “The currency of all things.” Before I could reply, he lifted the shard and pressed it to my palm. Pain flashed white. I gasped, watching a thin line of crimson bloom across my hand. The blood dripped into the earth, hissing as it touched the ground.

I stated and turned my back to them and stepped on the way out and paused my steps suddenly. “Oh….I almost forgot to say. You will be signing the contract with your blood. Hope you have no objection on that.” I added and said. “Blood signing….But……” Brandon said in a shaky tone however he didn’t speak further cause he knew it would cost their life anyway if they refuse. Blood signing was common in the vampire world. When someone does blood signing, that person has to stay loyal to their contractor, or else they would die immediately after they deceive their contractor.

But I am watching the red light leave. I am watching a thing that reads as my own blood drain off our hull and fall away into the dark, and I did not put it there, and nobody told me it would be there, and the part of my brain that has kept me alive for thirty years does the only arithmetic it knows how to do in the half-second it has. He has a sample of me. Has had it the whole time. He just released my signature into the water in front of a Syndicate hunter. Men do not put your blood where enemies can smell it by accident.

"Then that makes it a deal." He stretched his hands, and thunder sparked in his hands, and then a scroll appeared. After biting his hand with his long fangs, he signed with his blood and did the same for her. "The deal has been made, milady," he said, his alluring voice echoing through the room filled with dead people.

The man hisses, and the other stranger standing around them was silent. She struggled to open her eyes saying. "Yes because I needed to win, you should've seen the look on your face. It was priceless"She met his blue eyes and saw the raw desperation within and watched him quickly scan the ground and splash his hand in a puddle of her blood. He was not touching her, but her blood. “What are you doing?” she asked even as her vision clouded over. His hand ran over his bare chest, drawing deep red lines against pale white canvas. It was a symbol she could barely recognize.

Someone had sent them. The real question was who. I grabbed the closest attacker by the throat and slammed him against a boulder. "Who sent you?" I asked. He just smiled, showing bloody teeth. "The old bloodlines will rise again," he whispered before biting down on something in his mouth. Poison. He was dead within seconds. "Coward," I spat, dropping his body. My Beta, Kane, limped over to me. Blood ran down his arm from a deep cut. "They had some kind of symbol on their guns. A crescent moon with a crown."

Giving him one wont be a problem to me, of course I agree to it. "Then I would begin the Oath…Give my your hand your Highness….". As he hold my right hand, he bit his index finger and draw a tribal marks and draconic words on my hand, from my fore hand down to the end of my fingers was fill with bloodied drawing.

"Because only your blood is special, and you have the power of the blood talent awakening in you, just a little blood, it is enough, if it is someone else, even if the whole body blood is depleted, it is useless." Quintas replied. "Well, you just remember to help me beat Borkana hard, or I'll stuff you into this tree too." I said to Quintas, as a reminder and a warning of sorts. If he broke his promise, I would definitely stuff him back into the tree. "Put your hand out." He said to me. I cooperated and held my hand out. A red glow floated past my hand, and a sharp pain came and blood flowed from the wound.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

Or was it because of my determination? Inhale, exhale… The Blue Moon touched my skin with its cold light. It was time to summon the Goddess. I slowly lifted my hands, raising my open palms to the sky. At the command in my mind, all the candles lit up at once. With another silent command, the knife flew from the ground and landed in my hand. I grabbed it and made a deep cut across my palm. With thick drops of my blood, I drew ancient symbols—the summoning.