Profane Soul Blood Hunter Novels & Stories

“Both. He went apeshit trying to break free from the chair we’ve chained him to.” “Something about this is off,” I say. “Brody, have you ever heard of the Sect feeding their hunters blood before?” “Never, and trust me, I can’t imagine the amount of secrecy they’d need if they’re doing it with the soul-fateds they’ve managed to get hold of,” Brody mutters as he puts his vials away. “That just doesn’t make sense. It makes even less sense to have a soul-fated and a hunter that’s drunk her blood near each other. Unless...”

“But I want to know your thoughts and troubles. I want to know about you. Where you came from and why you are here. Who is Logos?” He touched the medallion he wore. “The Creator that all the Shadowmen and the Guardian Forces serve. This amulet I wear is a symbol of my oath to serve. Just like Jared and Aragon, for over a millennium I’ve been a Blood Hunter, a chosen warrior who protects those of Elan blood within the mortal realm. I come from the spirit world. Why am I here?” He released her cheek and turned from her. “I don’t know. For the moment I am trapped within the mortal realm. A mistake, perhaps? Warriors who cannot heal go to a place where their spirit becomes one with the universe

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

About to crash against it, Nicholas speeds to his back and slams him against the floor. The Hunter coughs out blood as a result. Nicholas takes a step round the Hunter. The Hunter is on the floor, stomach down, but maintains a hold of his weapon. His porcelain face has reddened from the hit. He flips up, surprisingly, now standing upright. His hand smears past his lips to clean the blood and narrowing his eyes at Nicholas, the Hunter heads for him.

Innocent human blood was hunted which the witch had asked us to get and it went successful, a poor man went hunting for his family to provide one square meal. The young man was known for his consistency and patience to feed his family of eight for survival. The witch targeted him as the pure soul that his blood could be used to save Zoe. The innocent man was killed at the night hunt. Was his soul angry at me? Does that even exist? This wasn't the first time I had killed someone so this shouldn't bother me a bit. I was overthinking wondering why the wind blew heavily non-slip and then the withered leaves sweeping off my feet.

"Cheap. I would have priced you much higher." I looked down at the dark liquid in my glass. My life was over. The girl I was yesterday—the dutiful daughter, the waiting mate—was dead in that car wreck. "What do you want from me, Hunter?" He pushed off the mantel and closed the distance between us in two strides. He placed a hand on the back of the sofa, leaning down until his face was inches from mine. I could smell the musk of his arousal and the mint of his breath. "I want to ruin them," he said softly. "And I think you do too."

I’m a beast, mankind’s worst nightmare, and the nocturnal devourer. Abandoning my noble bloodline for centuries and maligning the prestigious name my father strove to build, I cast away the last shred of conscience and devolve into a maniacal degenerate driven to insanity for the unquenchable thirst for human blood. “You won’t go any further, you malevolent beast” As I stand on the threshold of the door, I halt with my gaze piercing through the storm of rain. I feel them down the struggle of their breaths. There seems to be a big group of Hunters hiding in the cover of the storm as I make no move and depict no reaction.

“Listen, Hunter, you can’t let guys like Phantom get a rise out of you. It’s not just stupid, but unprofessional.” Hunter’s mouth flattens into a tight line. “I know, man, I know. I’m just so sick of smug assholes like him talking down to me. Just because I’m not a fucking Assassin, it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t stand with you.” Priest rests his hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “I know, and I would never ask you to be anything but what you are. You’re an amazing tech, and without you, most of us would probably be dead. So, don’t sell yourself short. Being an Assassin is not for everyone. We’ve all given up our souls in exchange for doing what we do. And let me tell you, it’s a hard road to trave

I take the time to separate the Rogues from the Soulless, the women and children from the males until nothing but a large cavern is created with only the entrance from behind us being the only way in and out. [Greg and Maddie, get to the west side of the base quickly, I had no choice but to use my powers and separate the Rogues from the Soulless.] I link the Head Hunter of Blood Moon and my Head Tracker. With a yes Alpha I open my eyes and turn to the fifty Soulless being surrounded by my friends and allies. As usual, Amberle is enjoying the thrill of a hunt as she slices away at the Soulless who attack her, giving them a quick and painless death. Domini chuckles as he stands beside me, prot

“I think I owe you a debt, little hunter. A life for a life.” “As do I.” From the shadows stepped Salvor, chin dripping with blood. He wiped it away with a calloused, blasé hand, grinning wickedly at me all the while. “You took something of mine. I’d like it back.” The stake crumbled to dust between my fingers. I stared down at it, my heart falling through empty air towards a ravenous sea. I curled my hand into a fist. I would go down fighting. I would not take this – I would not –