Novel & Cerita Profane Soul Blood Hunter

His long fingers curled against the blanket instead, tendons sharp beneath pale skin, restrained power in every line. "It will not suffice," he said finally, his voice low and rough, as though speaking it cost him. A chill skated over my skin. "Then... what will?" For a long moment there was silence. Then his gaze lifted to mine. And in that molten red, I saw it-the hunger. Not for what I had set before him. Something deeper, rawer. It made my skin prickle, my pulse trip. "The blood of the hunt," he murmured, each word a confession dragged from his soul. "The life beneath fur and bone. Only that would sustain me when I am wounded." His gaze flicked to the tray with a faint grimace. "This...

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.

“Then bleed for your sins.” I summon the Seraphin glow, light flaring from my palm. “Not sins—mistakes.” He lunges. Steel slams light, sparks spray. The ruins echo with every clash. Jude’s voice cuts through the noise: “Don’t give him an inch, sunshine!” “I’m trying!” I yell back, ducking a swing that splits a stone pillar. The hunter moves fast—too fast. Each blow carries hate years old. “You destroyed everything!” he shouts. “Families, homes, my bloodline!”

The other demons had made marks on my body but this one seemed to have followed the marks and served them my flesh. The demon kept its strange and scary eyes glued to mine as it continued to cut me. It had a freakish smile on its face and was as hideous and frightening as the others were. I felt blood all over my body. The blood was so much that it had already covered underneath my body. "Sir please talk to our wife. She is not pushing and she is loosing a lot of blood." I heard a psychiatrist say. "Peggy please. Push." Henry begged. "Henry I can. They... The demons are feeding on my flesh. They are draining my strength. I can't do it." I said with a shaky voice.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.