Profane Soul Blood Hunter Novels & Stories

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. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

The other demons had made marks on my body but this one seemed to have followed the marks and served them my flesh. The demon kept its strange and scary eyes glued to mine as it continued to cut me. It had a freakish smile on its face and was as hideous and frightening as the others were. I felt blood all over my body. The blood was so much that it had already covered underneath my body. "Sir please talk to our wife. She is not pushing and she is loosing a lot of blood." I heard a psychiatrist say. "Peggy please. Push." Henry begged. "Henry I can. They... The demons are feeding on my flesh. They are draining my strength. I can't do it." I said with a shaky voice.

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

I snapped, and hung the phone up. I took a second to calm my mind before I realized that I was calm, and I didn’t feel like I was thrown into an abyss and drowning. It must have been my ability to keep him out of my mind. It felt good that I had some sort of power against him now. It would make it easier when I ended up killing him. I may be a Vampire, but I will always be a Hunter. It runs in my blood. I felt a pang of sadness when I realized that I couldn’t have any kids now. Not that I wanted any, per say, but the bloodline of Hunters would end with me…

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.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

But isn’t it unfair—that someone this heartless gets to live their own life; how they’re not stricken down immediately and sent to rot in the gloomiest depths? “Why?” I whisper. My voice is shaky. I haven’t managed to keep it smooth for some time now, not while there’s this fright swirling about me as I watch Hunter walk past me; his shoes creating a soft, sickening splatter in the pool of blood. Moments later, the music stops, and I press my palms against the sides of my throbbing head, whispering again, “Gods above.” I turn to Hunter, hoping for an explanation, some sign of remorse. But the man is rather preoccupied with nudging the corpses with his foot as if checking for any signs of lif

I feel like I want to throw up. His smile disappeared when he saw my face. He quickly let go of the heart and then wiped his hand with the cloth. Even though he is no longer holding the vampire's heart, I am still sick and shocked by what happened. Is this how they kill? Brutal? No pity? Don't they know how precious a creature's life is? Knox quickly ran towards us but was thrown when he couldn't get inside the shield. He stood up and then wiped the blood from his lips. He looked at Shantelle's Father asking. I am also confused as to well. "I'm sorry, Knox, but you need to go back to your place,"

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"