BLOOD HOLLOW
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آخر تحديث: سبت, مايو ١٠, ٢٠٢٥
In the sun-bleached wilds of Nevada, 1867, Colt Dawson, a bounty hunter with a haunted past gets stirred into the towns crazy talk. Folks vanish without a trace. No blood, no bodies to connect the dots. Whispers among town folks speak of creatures that drink the living dry. Colt's hunt leads him to a vampire nest where former outlaws now turned into something far more deadly. To destroy them, he teams up with a witch doctor named Raisa Varga, an old friend, who knows the dark lore needed to fight back against these blood sucking vampires.
جميع الحقوق محفوظة
انضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص في العالماحصل على توصيات قصص مخصّصة، احفظ قصصك المفضلة في مكتبتك، وقم بالتعليق والتصويت لتنمية مجتمعك.
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