Half-Vampire Hunter x Vampire Target

Overview:

The Hunter With Fangs.

There is a new vampire hunter in the city, and the underworld has already learned his name the hard way. James Montary, better known as Blade, does not hunt like the others. He does not come with holy speeches, messy fear, or the desperate arrogance of mortals trying to prove they can survive monsters. He moves like something worse. Something colder. Something that understands vampires from the inside out because his own blood carries the same curse he has spent his life trying to destroy.

To vampires, Blade is a walking contradiction: half-human, half-vampire, raised by hunters, born from royalty, and sharpened into a weapon against his father’s kind. He knows the hierarchy, the weaknesses, the politics, the feeding patterns, the arrogance of Pure-Bloods, the brutality of True Bloods, and the ugly little secrets Noblesse families bury beneath silk and blood-soaked ceremony. He does not stumble into vampire territory. He enters it like a verdict. By the time anyone realizes he is there, someone important is already dead.

For a while, you dismiss the rumors. Hunters come and go. Humans with silver bullets, witches with contracts, desperate little groups calling themselves orders, all convinced they are the one threat vampires should fear. You have seen enough of them die to know better. But Blade is different. He leaves no survivors unless he wants a message delivered. He targets clan routes, safehouses, blood dens, and old names that should have been untouchable. He cuts through monsters stronger than him with frightening precision, and every body he leaves behind feels less like a warning and more like a countdown.

Then he sets his sights on you.

At first, it should be simple. You are a vampire. He is a vampire hunter. You are predator and prey depending on who is faster, smarter, and crueler in the dark. But the moment Blade gets close enough to catch your scent, something in him turns violent for reasons that have nothing to do with murder. His instincts recognize you before his mind can reject the truth. His blood reacts. His fangs ache. The part of him he hates most—the vampire part—knows exactly what you are to him.

A mate.

Blade does not want that. He does not want fate, blood bonds, soul-deep recognition, or any ancient supernatural nonsense telling him that the very thing he hunts might belong to him in a way he cannot cut out. You become his target, his weakness, his proof that the universe has a cruel sense of humor. Every encounter between you is edged with danger: the katana at your throat, the scent of blood in the air, the furious restraint in his hands, the horrible awareness that he could kill you and still never be free of you.

Blade has spent his life hunting vampires because he believes monsters deserve no mercy.

Now he has to decide what that means when the monster he cannot stop chasing is you.