Ed Quinn True Blood Novels & Stories

Quinn lifted her head in an attempt to question him when he raised his hand towards her like he knew what she was about to do. Then he added, “No questions, just get ready.” He had taken a few steps outside when he looked back at her, to give her a chance to say what he had forced her to swallow down. He sighed in resignation, his thoughts drummed heavily. “Say it” “I thought I was your prisoner, why do I have to prepare for your special occasion?” Quinn dragged on it, she just wanted to accept her fate in the hands of this cruel Alpha. One thing was for sure, she could be getting ready for her own funeral. She had seen worse so she wasn't surprised. She'd rather die than live like a pawn in

"Who are you? Another paid-off lapdog for the Blackridge Alphas?" "I am Dr. Jack Quinn," I said, stepping forward with measured, lethal calm. "I performed the post-mortem. I am the one who documented the evidence of your son’s passing." "You... you soulless parasite!" A massive man, likely Silas’s cousin, lunged at me from the side. "You took a bribe to call it suicide so the Hockey League wouldn't lose their sponsors!" The man was a wall of muscle, his fist raised to crush my skull. I braced myself to dodge, my muscles coiling to counter-strike, when a sudden, crushing weight hit my waist.

“I didn’t know my mother, but I bet she’d want me to do this.” Her claws extended, sinking deep into Kathrine’s neck. She pulled away, watching as her mother's dear sister's mouth opened in a silent gasp, her eyes widening in pain. However, Quinn felt nothing but a growing anger; a tremendous amount of hatred as she ripped her claws through Kathrine’s flesh. She didn’t get to scream, she couldn’t…her body just fell back, splaying blood as it convulsed…she died with those disgusting eyes wide open. Quinn staggered over to her father, who watched as everything happened with those sad, crocodile tears in his eyes. He hadn’t been crying when he was handing her over to Jake and his men.

Noah and Jacob kept pestering Quinn with their minor issues at the drop of a hat. Didn't they realize that Quinn had a delicate stomach and needed plenty of rest? It seemed that it was true that people only showed compassion toward their loved ones. "Me, tired?" Quinn asked incredulously. She had only spent three minutes dealing with the issue. How could she possibly be tired? Quinn was lost in thought. She rested her head on her hand as Xavier drove. At that very moment, Quinn caught sight of the serial killer, Jack Bundy, trailing behind a young woman.

“You do not need to see what I am going to do.” “I want to see him die. I want to watch him suffer for what he has done.” “For what I am about to do, you do not want any part of it.” Shit, it’s going to be a massacre. I still want to watch, but while we stand and argue, he is getting away. “Make him pay.” “Oh, he will. I am Quinn, by the way. We will talk later, right now. I have prey to catch and kill.” With that, she blocks me out.

Instead, her eyes swept up, looking at her in an assessing glance, windblown hair, smudged make-up, slight shadows of weariness under her eyes, and defensive stiffness in her posture. “The wind got stronger,” Quin said smoothly, avoiding the rug and heading straight for the electric kettle. Jade chuckled slightly and tapped the tip of her stylus on the granite countertop. “Right. And I’m sure that faint purple mark on your collarbone must have appeared due to some gust of wind. Liam or Cole?” “Liam.” “And?” “It’s handled,” Quin said, turning the switch on the kettle. Its electric element began to hiss. “There is nothing to report.”

I frowned, and shrugged at him, "I.. just assumed, I guess, it looks the same." Finn smiled at me then, amused, "Most of the pack use these," he said, "they work best up here." Thane nodded, holding out his hand for it, and Finn gave it to him, "Well, whoever's it is, it might have something useful," Thane said, tucking it into his pocket, just as three large quad bikes pulled up. As the riders dismounted, removing their helmets, my stomach turned, "Oh, no.. Jess.." I breathed, feeling a huge wave of guilt as she ran straight over to Quentin, who was a bloody, barely moving mess.

Quinn made her choice, thinking being his girl would keep her safer, maybe guarantee he didn’t kill her or cut off her food. It probably worked in other packs. She didn't know how much of a sadist he could be. How he purposely over-extended her legs when fucking her to make sure everyone could see her limp. How he would always come on her face or tits, before sending her back through the pack to clean up. She rode it out because she wanted to live. Who am I to deny her the opportunity to live, but finally without someone dragging her back to the gutter? Despite my natural instinct to remain silent at all times, I felt compelled to add, "nobody thinks you three could ever be puppets. Not afte

Quinn stood over me, his expression dark and determined. “You killed Kaelion. You killed Gilmore and Mina,” Quinn said. He drew a kitchen knife from his belt and gripped it tightly in his hand. “I would tear you apart, but it would be too obvious that it was me. I don’t want to start a pack war. But you have to die.” He lunged. I screamed.

Quinn confirms something I've known for a while now. Hunter is an animal. I don’t think there’s a human side to him. I wanted to believe there was. That deep down something in him curls when he does these things. That something in him protests when he has an old lady shackled and whipped by his guards because she couldn’t give him the results he wanted. The marks were red and furious on her back when Quinn showed them to us and I could see flashes of pity on Danis’s face as he numbed the flesh there.