Bounty Hunter Bloods Hand Signs Novels & Stories

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

The blood of the Tiger and the blood of the Wolf, mixed together, would call upon the primal forces that ruled both species, the divine power that blessed unions meant to last for eternity. I reached forward, and so did she. Her hands trembled slightly, and for the first time since I’d known her, she looked uncertain. I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to be afraid. That nothing, no tradition, no priest, no spirit, would ever make me turn from her, but before I could speak, the priest cut his palm with the ceremonial blade and handed it to me. My claws flexed on instinct as I took it. I made a clean slice across my palm, and the copper scent of blood filled the air, tiger blood, thick and

'Eugene Abenson' Was the name that appeared on the parchment afterward. "Your blood would be needed to sign the life contract because it would contain the essence of your soul. As I have told you before, this is a blood contract and when I said blood, I mean it literally. You have to sign at it using your own blood as ink. This was the one that would bind us and make the agreement official." Eugene explained while Jorah walked towards Abby's direction and using his mouth, he handed Abby the same dagger that Eugene used to wound himself.

The blood glowed faintly white, bright as moonlight. Malachai followed, slicing his hand in silence — his blood darker, like ink. Cassian went last, his grin never fading as his blood shimmered faint gold. They turned to me. I took the dagger, my pulse pounding. The blade was cold against my skin. I drew it across my palm, slow, steady. My blood burned — red and gold, merging into one. Our hands met over the Gate’s crater. Blood fell onto the glowing sigil. The earth trembled.

Take my left hand and kiss the ring on it. For a few minutes, the room was silent. It is time for me to mark you with the seal of the Order to grant you access to the power destined for you. Stretch out your left hand over the fire and spill your blood into the bowl, and I will do the same. This would symbolize that we are forever bound to each other by duty and blood till one of us draws our last breath. "

I’m a spark dancing close to a pool of gasoline. The coppery smell of blood wafts past my nose, and I realize it's my own. I flex my hands open and see four identical crescents on each palm with blood trickling out. I wipe my hands against my jeans, the dark red liquid leaving marks across the light-faded denim. “What do you want to do boss” Grayson was the first to break the silence.

Or what the beta was talking about as Garrett hasn’t said anything regarding the supposed mark. A faint art of two swords in a ‘V’ shape was revealed by the side of the massacred man’s nape. I look at it closely to get an idea where I have come across the sign before but my memory doesn’t link it to anything. Could be because I have not fully associated myself with popular signs in the werewolf territory that made it unable for me to associate it with anyone I’ve come across in the past. Eventually, I get up to my feet to see the two men approaching back to where I was standing. Fortunately, the beta stops quite a distance away from me or I would have been forced to do that instead. He sure

All I have to do based on what Keyla told me was to give some drops of my blood. I cut out a hand open using a knife from her choice, the bleed some drops of blood. The moment the few drops chouses the ground, they extend to be more than just a few drops. The blood on the ground shape makes a sign that I've never seen before, the mark surrounded the candles and the pool.

Then he forcefully cut it open, and allowed my blood to drip into a small golden cup that he brought from his drawer. I hissed in pain as my blood dripped. Then he dipped the feather-pen into my blood, and handed it to me. Who the heck are these people? Are they even sane? Does this mean he signed the contract with his blood too? My fingers trembled as I reached for the pen and contract. Everything within me screamed to run, but where? The memory of his hand on my throat still lingered.

Whom have I offended to the point of their causing such grief, sorrow, and tragedy to befall my family? Whose blood do I have to heal and whose flesh do I have to tear apart for playing a hand in this? Who the fuc-I screamed my lungs out in anguish as tears flowed out of my eyes. I let out a gut-wrenching growl as I looked up and to the heavens, ready to ask why when I stopped.There on the top of the door arch was a sign... no, a symbol written in blood. The thick bloodlines formed a circle with three lines forming a triangle drawn in it, right in my face and mocking me. The murder was taunting me and mocking my pain. Heads will roll! I will find this fu**king b"stard and there will be hell