Profane Soul Blood Hunter Novels & Stories

He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs. “That woman,” he said coldly, “she wants to see us kill each other. That’s the only thing that excites her anymore. She craves chaos—blood, suffering, death… Call it whatever you want. It’s what feeds her.” He ran his fingers gently over the bruises near his collarbone, wincing slightly, then smirked without mirth. “I’m used to it.” “You can stop her,” the butler whispered, almost pleading. “You’re not like them.”

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Jesus Christ. She'd been cut somehow in the struggle; a gash on her upper arm was bright red, slick with fresh blood. And the scent and sight of it had sent her hunter attacker into a slavering fit of bloodlust. What kind of sorcerer are they? Someone who likes blood? His inner questions halted when he looked at Grace's eyes. It's pleading. Instead of going for the book, which the trio had no doubt been dispatched to do, the Hunter on Grace seemed rooted in just one thing—slaking its unquenchable thirst.

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

"Because by sunset, his entire territory will belong to you." Before I can even process his words, a loud crash shatters the glass windows at the front of the pavilion. Heavy iron-tipped crossbow bolts slam into the wooden pillars, and three massive figures clad in ragged, blood-stained wolf pelts burst through the smoke, their yellow eyes glowing with feral hunger. "Blood hunt!" a panicked beta screams as patrons scatter in terror. The lead Rogue Blood Hunter bares his yellow fangs, swinging a massive double-bladed battleaxe straight toward our booth. "Take the Nightbane pup! Lady Selah wants his head!"

he says. I narrow my eyes “Sangue? I thought you said it means blood? Wait? You are a mafia don?” I ask. He nods and swallows hard “Yes that is why you sometimes see me coming home with blood on my clothes. This is where most killings take place. My men stay here and kills s much as they can” I narrow my eyes. If he has men then why is Hunter searching for men for him? “Does the hunter know about it?” He shakes my head, takes a quick glance at me before reluctantly facing the road.“Yes but he does not know how deep it is. He thinks it is just some gathering of men. You are the second person I am telling” he says.

I voiced out before sending my forehead to meet his in the middle, his eyes closed while he cried out in pain, I welcomed the familiar thrill with open hands, my lips curling into a cruel smile looking at his battered face, but I was not done, the sadistic part of me awakened the moment I tasted his blood on my tongue, now I wanted more and I will do all my best to make sure I drain the life out of him with my teeth and tongue. “Hunter, don’t go into that abyss. Stop that madness right now, this is not the right time for you to lose yourself to that bloodthirsty demon. You have to get back to Duke and Destiny.” A distinct voice called out the moment I heard the two names, it was as if cold w

*** The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here. Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.

Mario halted abruptly and looked at Calogero. “Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Calogero. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…