Bounty Hunter Bloods Hand Signs Novels & Stories

I dragged his limp body across the altar, lifting him up, and hung his corpse directly onto the large wooden cross on the wall, letting his blood stain the sacred stones. I turned and walked slowly toward the exit of the church. As I reached the doors, I paused, calmly raising my bloody right hand. With a sigh, I made the sacred prayer sign over my chest. Then, I casually brushed my bloody fingers across my own cheek and jaw, smearing the crimson warmth over my face. The game was just beginning.

He stuttered, now trembling visibly, “Traditional ways?” “Yes,” I murmured, squinting at the blade to check just how neat it was. “We can sign the agreement with a fountain pen. I have one here. Or,” I leaned in closer, my nose almost touching his, “we can sign with your blood. As you can see, I have my knife ready, so, your choice.” I could see the fear in his dilated pupils, but the stupid man wanted to act macho in the face of danger. I wouldn’t advise anyone to do that. “I said I won’t sign any—“ he started to scream, but I interrupted him.

I gritted out, annoyed. "Yes, actually." He answered and I turned to him. "I have something to show you." He said and indicated for me to follow. I walked with Callum to the pack borders and pure rage filled me as I stared at the scene before me. One of my warriors who had been on patrol laid lifeless on the floor, blood pooled by his side where he was obviously stabbed with a silver blade. Using his blood, there was a single phrase on the floor. 'HAND HER OVER' .

My hand bleeds reddish from the cut sustained due to the fierce force of compressing the glass cup. Her eyes widened with shock and her mouth gasped with disbelief that she covered it up. "Don, you bleed!" She rushed up to me, however, I grip her hand firmly, open the bleeding hand and soak her thumb into it. Her frame slightly hardened on my grasp as she was reluctant to yield. That coaxed a spit of anger out of me, "My blood is more precious than the ink in my signature, Wifey. I only need your fingerprint on it, and so does mine." I declared and forcefully paint the Contract with both my fingerprint and hers.

Bones made a dull sound. Blood flowed from my forehead into my eyes. Everything turned red. Before I fell unconscious, I still held Fenrir tightly. But back then he couldn't see. He refused to see. My sleeve was torn, revealing a deep purple mark. It was the brand of "Betrayal Blood Contract." Only those who had truly sworn a blood oath would be marked with this soul-searing curse. And the content of blood oaths could never be spoken aloud. Damien's hand was still shaking. That slap seemed to have shattered something inside him too.

The blood from my palm makes the letters dark. When I’m done, I look at Mavera. "You’re going to sign it. All of you. In blood. Then you’re going to go back to your packs and tell them the Law is over. Or I finish what Rook started." One by one, they sign. Voss last, his hand shaking so badly the blood smears. Rook comes to stand beside me as the last priest signs, and his shoulder bumps mine. His hand finds the small of my back, not possessive, just there, grounding.

Her fingers fumbled several times, but she was determined to do it herself, afraid he might try to help her again. When she turned back to face him, he still hadn't spoken. Instead, he removed his waterproof jacket and draped it over Riley. Underneath, he wore a black hoodie adorned with a unique golden emblem on the left chest—a crescent moon and a droplet shimmering faintly in the dim light. At that moment, everything became clear to Riley. The golden moon and the golden droplet of blood symbolized the Golden Blood Pack, one of the world's most renowned packs, led by Eash's father.

The Blood Bounty was an ancient, terrible instrument of power. It wasn't just a contract; it was a blood-soaked invitation broadcast on arcane frequencies that every supernatural creature could hear in the back of their minds, a whisper of temptation that also spread like a virus through the dark web and encrypted mercenary channels. Overnight, Jack Sterling went from being a regional king to the most hunted man on the planet.

He turned to see Max who clearly had some pained expressions. "Enzo"! Stephen signaled Max and he stormed out pulling Max along him. Zee and Saint looked at each other and turned to their food. "Wh… What happened to Max". Callum stuttered. "Nothing. He can't bear the sight of blood. Here the blood is stopped. Go wash it before the lunch gets cold. Saint, call Max and Enzo". Callum nodded and left for the ensuite washroom to wash his thumb.

While doing so the metal makes their bones tense. Finally, the edges of the weapons find a spot on the pair of palms where there is no scar, not yet. Both Lance and Gardax’s eyes meet and they nod to one another. Slice. The rending and tearing of their flash surfaces from the hands. Salavanta shows a whence of pain in her facial features and eyes but there is nothing that comes from Vados. At the same time, Lance and Gardax shove the knives into the bar. Both of the handles face each other. Both hands gush with the blood but they are quick to make the blood oath exchange known as an accord. The wounded hands slam into one another and their blood mixes together within the collusion but also s