Left 4 Dead: Blood Harvest Novels & Stories

I felt a rush of emotions in my chest when I saw her pale face. ‘ Get Drew here.’ I mindlinked Theo as I rushed her into the room. Her lifeless face brought a strange feeling into my chest as I placed her gently on the bed. Her feet were covered in blood, and for the first time in my life, I loathed the smell and sight of blood. What the fuck was wrong with me? “ He is here.” Theo rushed in with Drew but raised a brow when he saw her lying on the bed.” What happened?” Drew asked with a worried gaze, and I gave him a cold silence as I started walking out without looking back.

So I'm not the only one? “So Elvira, be careful. I don't want to say this but there's a possibility that you will experience again that nightmare.” She said and held my hand tightly. But how will I stopped that nightmare? “You probably wondering how will you solve that but I don't know how. There are many new things happening in this world and reported countless of deaths. They say, vampire is the reason behind of those murdering because of the bites found on the corpses. But I hope that is not true. Because the thing that created by god and the thing that created by evil can never coexist in the same world.” She added.

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 man cried. He advanced again but his wound was making him immobile. Instead, he throws his mace at Haris and Haris dodged, missing him only an inch. Haris roared and jumped towards him and slashed his sword. Haris landed on the ground together with the man's severed head. The sound of metal clashing against metal fills the air. The cry of the wounded and the dying were drowned by the loud cheering. The arena stinks with the metallic scent of blood. Haris stood up, panting. Big drops of tears streaked down on his cheeks. He just killed a man and he felt like a filthy creature now. How is he different to the Badbloods or the Reapers now?

he asked me. "Yes," “Good. Come on, there are a lot of vampires outside of the shelter. They smelled your blood last night. Our defenses are so strong that they can't smell us and even vampire hunters like us can't get in here, but the defenses can't handle your blood. The smell of your blood was so strong that our protectio n could not prevent the smell from coming out. You have to be careful not to get injured, Young Lady, that's dangerous for you," he said at length.

The moment these four zombies laid their eyes on Lucas, it was like were hungry ghosts that had been starving for ten days, and they charged wildly towards him. “As long as the host subdues these four zombies, they can be fused.” The system’s voice said once again in Lucas’ mind.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

He just watched her, waiting for her reaction, the reaction of a grieving sister, not a newly-minted associate. The game had changed before it had even truly begun. He wasn’t just testing her cover. He was connecting her to the corpse. “A token,” Dante said finally, his gaze piercing through her carefully constructed mask. “To remind us all that in this family, nothing is ever truly lost. Or forgotten.” He picked up the earring, closed his fist around it, and walked out, leaving her alone in the silent room with the devastating truth echoing in the sudden, terrifying quiet. He knew. Not everything. But enough.

"He thought he could teach a bird to rule the sky. But birds were meant for the cage." I tried to turn, to drive my carbon steel blade into his ribs, but my muscles were completely paralysed. The chemical darkness was already dragging me under. "Welcome to Phase Four," the dead man whispered, his grip tightening possessively around my waist. "The hunt is officially open." Everything went pitch – black.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.