Romans & histoires Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust Cast

I groaned when I pushed my knife straight to his jugular and his blood smeared on my face and black t-shirt. "Damn, I just had this washed," I complained but Nero was by the drunk dude's side and he sank his fangs and looked at me as he drank from the guy. I got to watch as Nero's eyes gleamed with viciousness while the guy struggled when his life was slipping out of him. So. Fucking. Hot. At that moment, I know I was going to ride my vampire boyfriend after this. So fucking hard, that he'd wish he had invited me to their playground instead spending time apart and hunting without me.

A voice said, it had the same bass as the one that had just killed but it was a lot more authoritative. “That scent…” The blood-soaked vampire thought to itself, the man that had just spoken was a fellow vampire like him but this scent felt familiar. Stepping into the moonlight from the shadows, what came into light was a blonde-haired vampire with crimson-red eyes and a very attractive face. “I know you!” The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear.

"Be on the lookout for Ruthven, I don't trust him." Lauren nodded in acknowledgement of his words. Her heart had suddenly begun to race, at the thought that Ruthven was likely to be on his guard, watching and timing. "Do you think he'll attack in broad daylight?" Lauren asked. "Like I said earlier, just be careful,"Roman retorted. I "Uhm." Lauren nodded. "Get going." He said to Lauren's retreating back. The lapis lazuli around Emily's neck was a daylight amulet that enabled the vampire's walk in daylight. Just like normal humans.

He looked like a predator, and I felt like his willing prey. Just as his face descended, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of his kiss— The door burst open. “The water is drawn, and the sun is—” Helen stopped mid-sentence. She stood in the doorway with her usual blank expression, holding a fresh pile of linens. I looked at Alistair, and to my absolute shock, the Vampire Lord was turning bright red. He scrambled off me so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. He stood by the bed, clearing his throat loudly and smoothing his tunic with shaking hands.

Han was lounging with a blue drink in hand, looking pleased with himself. “Hunter, glad you could make it,” Han said, snapping his fingers. A female vampire appeared almost instantly. “Take care of him,” Han murmured, then turned to Hunter. “Have fun, my friend.” The girl handed Hunter a drink, which he downed in one go. She pulled him into a room, and things moved quickly, jacket off, shirt off, her dress on the floor. She wasn’t bad, Hunter thought, yanking her into his lap as he sank his fangs into her neck. He took her hard, a couple of times, but even then, Chloe’s face flashed in his mind.

"Don't thank me yet. These hunters are professionals. Well-equipped. This isn't a random attack—they knew exactly when to strike." We reached the hospital grounds to find two hunters already inside, one dead on the floor with his throat torn out—Emma's father's work, I recognized the killing style. The third was backing toward the safe room entrance, flamethrower raised. He saw us and smiled. "Two for the price of one. Wolf and vampire." He triggered the flamethrower. Fire erupted, a wall of flame between us and him. Lord Castellan moved through it like it didn't exist—vampires could tolerate fire briefly—and had the hunter disarmed and on the ground in seconds. The man's neck snapped with a

Before I lost total consciousness, the door burst open, Damon and Kilian rushing in before darkness. DAMON Vadar and Maddox only saw four guards inside the cabin. Lucy was chained up, and they were torturing her. Hunter was on the surface, ready to rip everyone apart. I hadn't struggled to keep him in like this since he first manifested. We waited for Maddox's cue to enter and save Lucy, it was only a matter of minutes, but it felt like hours. As soon as Killian got the link from Maddox, we busted through that door. I watched as Lucy saw us right as the light went out, and she collapsed hanging from the chains around her wrists. I let Hunter half shift so he could enjoy killing these fuckers

Alucard swiftly defended himself. Mane snorted before turning away. He couldn’t tell if Alucard was lying or not, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered was what Dracula was going to use his blood for. Mane remembered what he had seen when he used Spirit Scan on vampires during his spar with Alucard in their first meeting. There was a Glow called Bloodlust. It was a skill that could only be activated by consuming the blood of a pure blood under the condition that the target had not been pierced by the fangs of a dark creature. While the specifics were missing, pure blood could mean anything. It could be a pure-blooded elf, a pure-blooded dragon…

She releases him and moves on—Dante said incapacitate when possible. But not everyone shows the same restraint. A vampire tears through three hunters with brutal efficiency. A wolf from Seattle rips out a hunter's throat in revenge for Portland. "Control your people!" Dante roars over the comm. "We're not here for massacre!" But blood is in the air, adrenaline pumping, centuries of fear and anger unleashed. The fight becomes brutal, savage. Sera focuses on staying alive, on covering Dante's back. A hunter aims a wolfsbane grenade at him. She intercepts, batting it away with her paw. It explodes harmlessly against a wall.

The man who had taken her brother’s life! “I can smell my brother’s blood from you!” Bloodlust screamed as she swung pair of daggers towards Davies’ throat. Her aim was sure and true, and any lesser man would have fallen to her; but Davies was no lesser man. Without a change in his expression Davies slunk back silently, leaning towards Jack’s direction. Kylie may not be able to see Bloodlust’s movements but that was not a problem for him. He was an assassin whose focus was speed after all. Although he had backtracked, those daggers and the hands that wielded them seemed to have eyes, for they sought the comfort of his blood even still. Davies did not fret, however. He had been expecting this