Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

He has an army of vampires numbering in the thousands, as well as some brainwashed humans. Alex and Victoria feel that they must stop the Bloods' evil plan, as they do not want to see the world become a hell for humans. They decide to attack the Bloods' headquarters which is in a tall building in the centre of a big city. They infiltrated the building disguised as ordinary humans, and found their way to Lord Draven's main room. Along the way, they had to face many guardian vampires who tried to block them. They used their strength and speed to defeat the vampires, but were also careful not to attract the attention of the humans around.

The girl he’s raised as his own. I just wanted to talk to him. To explain what happened. But he wouldn’t hear it. He wouldn’t even take my call. No, instead, he sent every hunter we have in America after me. Can you believe that? What great parents I ended up with. A mother who raped and murdered a werewolf. A mother who mistreated and tried to kill her daughter. A mother who was willing to kill me to get to her daughter. And now, a father who stops caring about the daughter he raised puts a bounty on his son’s head.

"How?" "Uhh... Bloodlust." I cheeks tinted red in embarrassment and shame. The doctor physically paled. I looked away. It is not like it is my fault! I try to deny it... I had just let my guard down. "Not that that is a problem, is it Dr. Emerson?" Arron asked threateningly. He shook his head quickly, coming back to his senses.

I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana. I should have protected him but he wouldn’t let me, just hit the gun with brute force on my head while I fell unconscious. I had reached out to him in my unconscious state of mind but he got farther away from me. My anger could not be quenched, what had they forged my brother to become?

Radar went off that instant. I signalled to Matteo. "Go ahead and empty the casket." One of Rodriguez's men darted his eyes to Rodriguez — this was it. My hands shot to my holster. Rodriguez was slower. Two bullets burst out of my gun, one hitting Rodriguez in the arm, and the other dropping the Bratva man by his side. Matteo and Cesare opened fire, dropping two more men. Romero and Luca held the last man at gunpoint. I walked over to Rodriguez, who was bleeding out on the floor, and pointed my gun at his skull.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

"Also, you don't have to bother with calling the cops, because I already did so before I came. I think they should be here soon!" "What? Cassie, you bitch! You deserve to die!" Jonathan was enraged when he heard that. Completely ignoring the bleeding wound on his head, he snatched up the ashtray on the table and brought it down toward my head. Just as the ashtray was about to hit me, an officer darted in front of me. He kicked Jonathan away and protected me. A gentle voice asked, "Are you okay?" When he turned to look back at me, I was somewhat surprised. It was none other than the same officer who had come to my house a few days ago.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.