Profane Soul Blood Hunter Romane & Geschichten

Empty like a shell. I felt like my inside was being ripped out. They weren't nice. They weren't playing mean. They were simply being a monster. They didn't think twice to let me fall off the edge. They didn't help me when I screamed to be saved. They didn't give me the one thing I wanted, mercy. I only wanted mercy. He began by my heart. Slowly and painfully he ripped it out. His hands were claws with sharp nails growing on them. His eyes were insanely black. Not one spot you could see yourself in. They were like stone. Sharp. Hard. Cold. And Lifeless.

bearable. "Well, I liked to think of myself as an ascetic," she said. "An ascetic?" I looked up from my book with a raised eyebrow. "Like those Indian gurus who starve themselves to free their souls?" "Something like that," she just shrugged. "Maybe I should be an anorexic vampire then," I murmured to myself. Octavia muffled a laugh. "We're half-blood," she said, "We don't feed off humans." "Doesn't come naturally to me," I said. "Didn't you just say I'm quite different?"

I don’t want her to see me like this nor I don’t want Gabriel hurting her. "Damn Syne!" I heard him cursing. Though I cannot open my eyes, they’re burning and all I can see is darkness. “Fine! I’m done playing with you. I’ll kill him!” As soon as he said that, I felt a series of needles sticking out of my neck which made me puked blood. I never felt pain yet I felt like I was about to lose all the blood. The needle went inside my body, and pinched every nerve I’ve got making me bathe from my own blood.

I feel like I want to throw up. His smile disappeared when he saw my face. He quickly let go of the heart and then wiped his hand with the cloth. Even though he is no longer holding the vampire's heart, I am still sick and shocked by what happened. Is this how they kill? Brutal? No pity? Don't they know how precious a creature's life is? Knox quickly ran towards us but was thrown when he couldn't get inside the shield. He stood up and then wiped the blood from his lips. He looked at Shantelle's Father asking. I am also confused as to well.

He took a step towards her. He leaned forward as his hands covered her tied ones on the armrests. The warmth of his palms made her hold her breaths. Zara still tried to laugh to show that she was unfazed. But Hunter can see the sheen of sweat on her face. He leaned over, his face inches from her. "What you're seeing is just a shell, Zara. A corpse. The soul is dead. And I hate to say you're still so soulful. So beautiful." Hunter whispered to her.

He stuttered nervously while eyeing her poor fingers. Vladimir nodded at him. “Hmm. Good because you wouldn't be getting an easy death then,” with that He moved the blades further and it cut off all Hunter's fingers. The sharp deafening sound of Hunter's horrific screams filled the air. The fingers Vladimir slashed away from Hunter's hand were scattered on the floor. The men standing there looked down as once again blood splashed on Vladimir's face. He rose to his feet and grabbed Hunter's nape, “Nooo!” Hunter begged with a pitiful gaze knowing very well that expecting pity from The Sinner was impossible but he still tested his luck.

It just keeps on ringing inside my head and all I can do is squeeze my temple and ears. “Ah!” My scream wakes me up and brings me back to reality inside my cell. I fan myself as I try to gasp for air. Everything seems so real that it terrified me. We have a superstition about dreaming of blood. In the Guala tribe, if a hunter dreamt of bathing in blood or seeing a lot of blood, it can only mean one thing. Sacrifice.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik