Profane Soul Blood Hunter Novels & Stories

I tell him and he nods. “Am glad we have an understanding and I think from now on. You and I will get along fine. Now, do you remember what I said if something like this happens again?” I asked him. “Yes, I remember.” He answers, his face is white as snow, and I can see that he is in a lot of pain. Poor man. “Good, Fingers, drive him to the nearest hospital and leave him there,” I tell him and get out of the cold room. I met Souls just as I am headed to the shower, they call him Souls because he enjoys watching people as their souls leave their bodies when they die. Creepy I know but this is the bratva world, the world of weird stuff, blood, drug, and money.

But they never came back. When I went looking for them, I found nothing. No bodies. No scent trail. Only the lingering stench of death and the cruel reality that they were gone forever. I searched for years, trying to uncover who was behind it. But the answers remained out of reach. Still, I know one thing for sure. It was a hunter. A ruthless killer who preys on supernatural creatures like sport. He moves in the shadows, striking whenever he gets the chance. I have seen the aftermath of his work, bodies drained of blood, throat slit, and ashes scattered like dust. And I swear on my blood, on my soul, on everything I am… I will find that bastard. And when I do, his death will be slow. Agoniz

". He pointed to the door. Zol turned around to the door but before he could exit, "It’s you being a newbie. Lets see when the thirst and craving for blood burns you inside. And then it would be only me you can count on. Not on your mates". He spatted in anger and left. Callum fell down as soon as Zol left the place. Only if Stephen wasn’t holding him, he would have fallen face first. He was breathing hard. His nostrils were on fire. He felt his throat being clutched hard.

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?”

It’s just noise. Let them come. Let them watch what happens when a mother, a Luna, and a true huntress take revenge. I wipe the blood off my hands on his shirt, then stand. My bones ache. My side burns where his bullet grazed me earlier. But none of it compares to the fire roaring inside me now. “You want to know who is standing in front of you?” I ask, voice low, calm, almost kind in a way that makes it worse. “This is me,” I say. “Daughter of true hunters... with the blood of wolves in her veins. Wearing her mate’s mark on her skin, carrying the souls of her angels with every breath she takes.”

“You're a murderer and you'll always be one.” My breath hitched in my throat, and in my attempt to escape, i stumbled. I fell onto the ground face flat, with my hands diving into the mud. It splashed across my knees and face ,but all I wanted was to get up and out of here. With much difficulty, I scrambled to my feet, but it was too late. A hand closed around my arm from behind and I screamed. It yanked me back, and deeper into the muddy ground. “You'll pay for this!” Hunter sneered in my face. He was covered in blood and dirt, and his eyes were an unhealthy shade of red. “You murdered my back, and it's only fair you die too!”

And if you asked me what I thought about any werewolf pack going trigger happy a week ago, I would gladly tell you that they are sadistic, vile creatures without an ounce of humanity in them. But this is not a week ago. This is today. And today, I pleaded to become one of them. Today, I did nothing while watching Hunter shoot a man without batting an eyelid. The gruesome image, along with all the others will haunt me to the day I die, but I have made up my mind. I will sell my soul to the devil just to lay waste on the beast who took everything from me. I will hunt him to the ends of the earth and make him pay a thousandfold for what he did and I will willingly pay for my sins.

A shudder rippled through the circle. Elysia swallowed hard. “Souls that never crossed over… bound with blood magic. That’s...Alejandro… that’s not supposed to exist anymore.” Alejandro’s jaw tightened. “It shouldn’t. But it does.” Lucien was the next to speak, voice softer than usual. “A forbidden blood art powerful enough to chain souls and corrupt them into hunters… someone dangerous is watching this place. Watching us.”

I can't finish my sentence as a loud shatter resonates in the room. "Dare you finish that sentence, you ungrateful bitch or you won't be able to speak for the rest of your life." Nathaniel roars, anger flashing in his eyes as his jaws quiver. "You don't need to abuse my dead mother, Anna. She's innocent." Hunter uses a low voice and begs through his eyes to give him a chance to justify his sporadic plan. I wipe the lone tears before they show him my weakness. This man surely has talent to toy with human emotions.

I screamed. “Your soul of course” he laughed. Stealing our soul is how they get our powers, the hunters collect our powers and use them against us. I shoot fire in his direction but it bounces off the bars and almost hits Hope. “I’m really sorry about this” Hope walks up to me, “please don’t fight it’ll only make things worse for both of us.” “What are you doing?” I yell, “get away from me.” “I just need a bit more blood” she said, “I promise I won’t hurt you.”