All Chapters of Tainted Blood (Blood Bound Book 7): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tainted Blood Blood Bound Series Book 7     Amy Blankenship, RK Melton     Copyright © 2012 Amy Blankenship Second Edition Published by TekTime All rights reserved.       Chapter 1   Craven walked the streets of the city having sent Nighthawk and Tiara ahead to their fortress. He’d learned the girl’s name from the Indian. He was now riding high on several different adrenalin rushes… one being that he finally had the child he’d always longed for. Craven pushed the urgency away knowing she would not wake for a while. He trusted Nighthawk not to feel the urge to hurt her in any way… he had seen as much in the Indian’s eyes and it made him curious. He’d been searching for a reason as to why the zombie-turned-Night Walker had chosen to stay with him. Now it looked like Nighthawk had simply been waiting on something… or someone. They both wanted to protect the beautiful little necromancer… even if it was for different reason

Chapter 3   Damon crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the tool shed used by the caretakers of the cemetery. This area was lacking in hunters because it was in the very corner of the massive graveyard and fairly secluded. It also seemed to be a refuge for a lot of the Spinnan that had survived this long, almost as though they were trying to regroup and hide. He had promised to let Alicia practice fighting and, all in all… this was an excellent place for her to do it… as long as he was there acting as the referee. These Spinnan were weak compared to most of the things running around the city right now, but still he only allowed Alicia to fight one at a time. Every time a brave Spinnan would try to tag team her, he would shatter them before they got close enough to distract her from the one she was fighting. Destroying the monsters coming at Alicia was giving him a sense of satisfaction and Damon was quite enjoying himself. She wasn’t half bad… for a be

Chapter 5   Trevor stood outside Night Light looking at the eerily silent front door with the sign ‘closed for renovations’ still hanging there. He didn’t really like doing this, but if things continued to escalate the way they had been… PIT didn’t have a choice. Opening the front door, he stepped into the cool interior and cocked an eyebrow at the light show going on over the dance floor. His sharp eyes took in the werewolves moving along the upper scaffolding, checking the connections and making sure everything was working okay. He inhaled slowly, searching for Envy’s scent and spotted the shifter clans clustered in front of the bar talking about the Halloween party. Some of the conversation he’d actually picked up on the wiretaps he had scattered through the club. They’d never been removed and this was one of the times Trevor was thankful for that. “All right, shutting it down,” Micah's voice echoed across the building. The dance lights shut off and for a mom

Chapter 7   Tiara looked up at Craven having just finished telling him what she knew about her father… his brother. It was interesting to have a conversation with a full-blooded demon and find him soft spoken and polite to her. She guessed that just like humans, there were good and bad demons, it just depended on their mentality. She felt herself drawn to Craven… not in a sexual way but more like an instant bond, the way she had been drawn to her mother. It was an odd feeling and would take some getting used to. However, because demons didn’t live by the same rules and restrictions as humans, she would have to remember to be careful with him. “After my mother died, I stayed at the cabin for about a week before I got lonely and went to live with PIT.” Tiara finished. “So that’s what happened?” Craven murmured as he moved away from the window where he’d been staring out while listening to her tale. “And what of the boy wearing my brother’s ring?” Tiara hadn't told

Chapter 9   Guy rolled his neck and shoulders then looked around the room. He was sitting on the floor with all of Carley’s scrolls and books scattered around him. A small smile appeared on his face as he pictured Carley, the way she had looked when she was alive, sitting in her wheelchair a few feet away with an open book in her lap. Rubbing his eyes, Guy picked up the book Carley had originally pointed to and started ruffling through the pages again. It was difficult to find a particular spell in this book due to its thickness. It was older than dirt… literally the binding was nothing more than rawhide sewn to keep the book itself from falling apart. The front and back covers were fashioned out of animal skins that had hardened over the centuries into stiff-as-wood leather. But that wasn’t what frustrated Guy about the book… it was the fact that it contained more than one thousand pages full of spells that had no order to them. He and Carley believed that this was