Profane Soul Blood Hunter Novels & Stories

I had yet to recognize the voice, it felt other worldly. Do not listen to those who want to hear... who wants me to hear them? I mean, everybody wants to be heard. Wait... my demon? My demon is forcing his desires on me! Blood through their hearts, humans, and a soul as pure as all the innocence in the world, not that my human half was completely pure, but that must be what it is referring to, it can't be anything else!

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

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 vision abruptly disappears. Brook-ta-man vomited. The hunter's blood splattered across the floor like a sticky goo. The vampire, full of disgust for what he had drunk, moved his hands creating spell threads, froze for a second. The white-faced's blood flared up like gasoline, the mutilated body caught fire. The vampire set the hunter on fire. Brook-ta-man looks at the burning body of the enemy.

he coughed and struggled for air, when Corinne crushed his neck to the point of making his bones crack “Okay, okay… Maybe I heard some names here and there. I don't know everything, but I've already caught the spoiled brat who likes to boss us around calling the hot bitch who's always with him to…” With a growl of disgust, Hunter gritted his teeth when, instead of continuing that sentence, the mercenary practically vomited blood over Corinne, causing her to drop him to the ground and leave him free to writhe in pure agony as every drop of his blood it seemed to be oozing out of the orifices in his body. It was certainly a disturbing scene to behold, but still the only thing Hunter could focu

The second they arrived at the now open door, they were immediately greeted by the sight of a murdered couple lying in a puddle of their own blood… The sight of that instantly infuriated the duo. For the Soul Hunters to do such inhumane acts… They truly were worse than beasts! “You utter b*stards…!” roared the angered Juno. At that moment, both of them heard a screaming girl coming from deeper inside the house. “H-help me…!” screamed the desperate-sounding girl. Wasting no time, Gerald and Juno then rushed toward the source of the voice… Realizing that there were a few Soul Hunters standing in their way, Gerald immediately summoned the Astrabyss Sword before expertly slicing all of their nec

His arms and legs were already limp like noodles. I fired a shot at his stomach...the bullet came out from his back. He laid motionlessly on the ground. Even if I'm executing criminals...that doesn't mean I'm not on the wanted list. The police are still searching for an unknown killer.... They can never find me. I bent down toward the dead man and touched his blood. My own blood boiled in my vein... singing a sweet lullaby. I'm Damien O'Connell and I love to see blood! *SOPHIA*

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

Now, all he needs to do is back up this evidence with more photographs that show Sarah is indeed the manananggal. Acting swiftly, he groped for his phone in his side pocket and dialed the number of the Spirit-Hunters, a group of individuals from various walks of life who have devoted their lives in hunting down ghosts and mythical creatures. Through them he knows light will be shed on the mystery behind the death of his parents. This group is well-known all over the world for cracking the code on the most difficult cases. Hiring them can cost Mark a huge sum of money, but this does not bother him. He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeanc