Profane Soul Blood Hunter Novels & Stories

“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.”

The only thing that I was hearing was the sound of my own heartbeat and the sick laughter of the hunter. I carried him with his coat. And I carried him off the floor. Then I slammed him back into the floor again. It was so hard that the dust flew everywhere. “Tell me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Tell me what you know!” The Hunter coughed blood, his teeth red, but his smile never left. “I always knew you’d be this strong,” he croaked. “The one who carries the Aureas Bloodline.” My whole body stiffened. “What?”

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

"just like your Luna, and...” "You wanted more, so much more that you gave so much in exchange, you fucking gave him your body and mind and soul and you sold seeds for attention and cheap revenge.” "You did unthinkable things which includes you wanting to kill her child in the meanest way and make her sorrowful for the rest of her life, just like you.” Hunter rubs my hair, calming me down. “He is a serpent and you, his venom.” He continues. "But you were so blind to see he was nothing without his tool, too greedy to walk away, so you went in heads deep, sucking his dick and his shit.”

He added and I nodded and sigh again. “I will kill him with my own hand if he does something bad to Blood.” Third Person POV “F*ck him! F*ck! F*ck that mother f*cking bastard.” Blood keeps on cursing as he is inside of a room of a house believe, where they take him yesterday after his ‘encounter’ with Devren. “I will f*cking kill that mother f*cker!” He said in anger.

I turned, impaling him in the heart with my hand, pushing further, slowly, till my hands came out the back, “You test me, shadow.” He smiled, blood coming out of mouth, his nonexistent eyes crying blood. With force, I took my hand out and he fell to the floor. I was now standing back at the hill, still without color, my hand covered in blood the only thing that pertained color. “I’m hungry, Damon. Find me a soul good enough for her life. I’m craving something rotten.” “Understood.” The skies parted open once again and the sun shone. Color had taken control and time had regained order. The blood in my hands were gone.

It's bright lights blinded her as she stared straight ahead like a deer caught in headlights. "Who the hell?" One of the men growled as the ignition to the car turned off and the driver side door flew open. Shock rolling through her Summer watched as Asher emerged from the car with a wrench in hand. Like a God of vengeance he was on Cliff who was closest to him within a minute wrench connecting directly with his head. The man yelled as blood began pouring from the spot that it connected with. Ignoring his feeble attempts to hit him Asher swung again this time hitting Cliff's temple. Like a rag doll he crumpled to the ground unmoving.