Left 4 Dead: Blood Harvest Novels & Stories

Hale stated. “You know about the other attacks,” Killian noted. Hale nodded. “I do. All three times I’ve arrived too late, but the attack before this one, I arrived in time to watch them take the bodies. I heard the discussion between the guys who had come to collect the bodies. They apparently drain the creatures of their blood.” “My team learnt the same thing. They drain their blood, put it in labelled containers, and then burn the dead bodies,” Killian confirmed. None of them expected the bolt of electricity that left Hale. “We don’t even get to bury them?”

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

“Kill her.” The four Blood Mothers moved as one, and with this, I found myself sighing.

I didn't know if that was better or worse. --- The trail opened onto a ridge. Below, Ashveil sat in its valley. The maples blazing red. I found the blood twenty feet from the ridge line. Not a wound. A site. Something had happened here and been partially cleaned. The way you clean when you want to remove evidence but are working fast. Dark staining on the rock. Disturbed earth. A broken branch at the wrong angle. The kind of break that happens when weight falls rather than when wind pushes. ---

And now he was dead, slaughtered like a dog in my territory. Zayn moved with surgical precision. He dropped another of Viktor’s men, then slid in beside me, his expression grim. Blood stained the front of his shirt, but he didn’t even flinch. “We’ve got four down,” he said. “Two more—minimum.” “Take the left. I’ll sweep the far end,” I ordered. We separated again, moving like predators in a kill zone. This warehouse, once a place of strategy and quiet dealings, had become a battleground. But we weren’t amateurs. We were wolves raised on war. We didn’t panic. We executed.

Vix answered. Chaos is about to go to Hell when he sees him ride the same copper River did, he steps back and just watches them get inside. “After killing Demson, I’m not planning on my text target.” Blood said while looking at Hell and Paul. “I f*cking cry for them and now they’re f*cking alive?! That can’t be!” Blood said that made Chaos laugh at little. “Let’s get of here now, Leon will be here now any minute and I want to see my baby now.” Chaos said.

She just wanted to be the Alice who blended in at school, not this hybrid drowning in a tangle of forbidden desires and buried secrets. A sudden surge hit her—her fingers tingled, nails lengthening, sharpening, as panic flooded her chest. She gasped, collapsing onto her bed, hands clutching the quilt, heart racing. Her senses flared—too sharp, too alive—catching a wild scent, like fur and blood. A vision slammed into her: a sterile lab, a baby crying, needles glinting, Samuel’s voice—her father’s—hissing, She’ll be our weapon. Her wrist burned, and she yanked up her sleeve, gasping at a faint scar she’d never noticed, shaped like a crescent moon with claws, glowing faintly. The vision shifte

It was a map of frequencies. I saw the North Coast, a bright, steady pulse of amber light. I saw London, a chaotic, jagged storm of grey. And then, I saw the nodes—dozens of small, flickering sparks of violet scattered across the continents. “The others,” I whispered. “They are dying, Lisa,” Elara said, her voice dropping to a somber tone. “The Board is ‘harvesting’ them. One by one, they are being brought back to the facilities. Not to be architects, but to be batteries. Their resonance is being drained to power the new world order Silas spoke of.”

Later, a tall man with red eyes enters the room, a vampire. " Sir, the chopper and escort are ready, but we must use the backyard to get there," the man says and Mario nods. Mario unlocks the shackles and my wrists are red as they were holding too tied, he points a gun to my head as we walk out of the room. When we reach the backyard, a breeze hits me, it's not delightful, it smells of death and blood. I gasp when I see a man's body crashed by a huge metal, while next to him is a man whose throat was slushed out. We walk further, and everywhere I look, there are dead bodies. My heart shrinks when I see a dead wolf, he has bullets in his fur.