CHASING MONSTERS
Born into blood. Forged in cruelty. Trained to kill.
Seventeen-year-old Sophie is the last heir of the original Hunter bloodline, raised under the merciless hand of her grandfather, the Grand Wizard. Every scar she carries was earned in his service, every ounce of her strength forged through his brutal demands. Among her peers, she’s earned another name—the Ice Queen—untouchable, unyielding, and impossible to break.
But when the devastatingly charming Jax Kilsome strides into her life, Sophie’s carefully built walls begin to crack. With war against the Wolf Nation looming, she finds herself torn between her role as her grandfather’s heir and the unexpected family she discovers in her Hunter squad. For the first time, loyalty isn’t just about blood—it’s about belonging.
As the Hunters prepare for their most dangerous campaign yet, Sophie must navigate treacherous alliances, the stirrings of her guarded heart, and the secrets of a bloodline that may be both her greatest weapon and her ultimate curse.
Cold steel, fierce bonds, and forbidden fire—Sophie’s war is only just beginning.
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Chapter: Chapter 55— The King's ReturnThe carriage jolted over the cobbled road as the spires of the castle loomed on the horizon, pale gold in the late afternoon light. Home.The King sat back in his seat, broad shoulders filling the corner, eyes half-hooded as he watched the countryside roll past the window. He had enjoyed the tour of the packs — the feasts, the simple laughter, the calloused hands that clasped his with loyalty and trust. It reminded him of a time before crowns and thrones, when he had been hidden with the mages, living like an ordinary wolf cub. Life had been simple then. Honest. Hard, but real.And yet, even surrounded by his people these past weeks, he had felt… homesick. For what, he couldn’t say. A hunger that had nothing to do with food or duty.Beside him, Veronica’s voice swelled again, tugging him out of his reverie.“…and of course when we return, the court will expect a proper reception. A ball, perhaps. I could wear the emerald silk — no, the crimson — the one that makes the ladies squirm wi
Last Updated: 2025-10-10
Chapter: Chapter 54 — The Drone ArchivesThe room smelled faintly of ozone and stale smoke, Ryder’s scent woven into the machinery itself. Racks of humming servers lined the walls, their tiny green lights blinking like watchful eyes. Wires tangled underfoot, a nest of snakes waiting to trip the careless. Shiloh’s boots scuffed quietly as she slipped inside.The door clicked shut behind her. For a moment, she just stood there, heart hammering. This was stupid. Dangerous. But she couldn’t stop.She crossed to the central console, its glow painting her face blue. The interface opened at her touch, Ryder’s endless web of files sprawling across the screen. Some were coded, some hidden. She dug deeper, clicking through directories, fingers flying as if the truth might slip away if she wasn’t fast enough.Log feeds. Battle reports. Archived footage.Her throat tightened as she opened one marked Springriver.The screen flickered to life with images she wished she could forget: wolves scattering, their eyes wild in terror; fire explo
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Chapter: Chapter 53 — Fractures at BaseBase used to hum with energy. Boots thudding in the yard, sparring matches breaking into laughter, the kind of camaraderie that made you forget for a moment that our work was blood and shadows.Now it felt hollow. Training schedules went through the motions. Guns were cleaned, blades sharpened, but the spark was gone. And Lucian—Lucian’s madness seeped into everything like smoke you couldn’t scrub out.I walked in, the echo of prison walls still clinging to me, and stopped short. The air was so thick it felt like pushing through fog.Jax and Lucian were locked in a meeting, their voices muffled but sharp. Jax’s obsession with Sophie made him restless, twitching like a hound on a too-tight chain. Lucian’s obsession was worse. He wanted bloodlines. He wanted to twist fate itself.At one of the battered tables, Kofi sat smoking, Gideon slouched beside him, a couple of the other hunters gathered like strays around a fire.“So you went to the swamps,” one of the rookies said. “What’d you f
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Chapter: Chapter 52 — Shiloh’s Prison VisitThe prison smelled like rust and despair. Stone corridors stretched endlessly, lined with iron bars that hummed with the weight of old secrets. Water dripped somewhere in the dark, steady as a heartbeat.Shiloh followed the guard down the narrow passage, her boots clinking against the floor. Each step echoed too loudly, like the prison itself wanted her to turn back. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.She’d told herself this was pointless. That he wasn’t worth the pain. But the truth was, she’d carried questions in her chest for too long, heavy as stones. They had to be dropped. One way or another.The guard halted, pulling a ring of keys from his belt. “You’re sure?” he asked, voice low. “He’s… not right in the head.”“I know,” Shiloh replied, her jaw tight. “Open it.”The lock groaned as the door swung back, and there he was.Her father.He looked like a ruin. Hair tangled in greasy ropes, beard wild, eyes bright and empty all at once. He sat hunched on the cot, scratching the wall with
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Chapter: Chapter 51 — The One-Eyed PriestessThe swamp was all breath and silence, as if it held its tongue the moment Kofi and Gideon set foot on its sodden earth. Cypress roots curled like claws, and charms of bone and nail swayed from branches, whispering in the stale air. Mist clung low to the ground, crawling around their boots like a living thing.Gideon spat into the mud, trying to look braver than he felt. “Cursed place,” he muttered. “Nothing but rot.”Kofi puffed his cigar, the ember flaring in the gloom. His voice was calm, measured, though his eyes flicked left and right. “Rot keep secrets,” he said. “Best you mind yours.”The deeper they went, the heavier the air became. Even Gideon, who scoffed at superstition, found himself watching the shadows between the trees. The swamp seemed to breathe with them, watching, listening.And then the hut appeared.It loomed from the mist as if the swamp had grown tired of their trespassing and spat up its guardian. Crooked stilts kept it half-submerged in the black water, windows
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Chapter: Chapter 50 — Shadows in the AfternoonSophieThe cottage smelled of dust and pine, the air heavy with stillness. Sunlight spilled through the small, square windows, painting bars of gold across the floor. I had scrubbed the hearth until my arms ached, and now I was polishing shelves that hadn’t known a cloth in years.The house was full of ghosts.My hand stilled when I found the painted handprints near the doorframe. My mother’s delicate palm, my father’s broad one, and between them—tiny, crooked smudges. Mine. I traced them with my finger, heart hammering, the memory of laughter brushing the back of my mind.Behind the door, guards shifted in the dirt, their boots crunching. Loyal. Watching. I had been told this was safety. Still, I shivered.A noise outside—a branch snapping, too sharp. My breath caught. I turned toward the door, throat tight, eyes on the shadow that lingered against the crack beneath it.The forest seemed to hold its breath.The KingThe late afternoon light slanted long across the borders, the scent
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