A Hunter's New Home Novels & Stories

The rabbit was worn out now. One ear drooped sideways, and the fur had gone thin in patches. But it was the first thing I had ever received in this home. I could not leave it behind. The moon bracelet was from Dad. He had brought it back from a business trip, and my name was engraved on the tiny charm. Last, I took the family photo. It had been taken not long after I came here five years ago. In the picture, Mom and Dad held me between them, and I was smiling so wide my eyes disappeared.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

“We don’t have any new leads and we’re days away from home.” Home, the word still felt unbelievably strange to him, but he had one now. For the first time, in as long as he could remember, he actually had a home, even if he only saw it a combined month total out of the year. Every time they returned, they were greeted with open arms and warm smiles. If he ever decided he didn’t want to search for the remaining Hunters and Guardians, he would be welcomed at the compound and allowed to build a life there. He wasn’t ready to settle down somewhere permanently yet, and no

What kind of man was it who would leave his own child to fend for himself all his life and not even bother to say a few good words? When he was back in Australia, he had returned home and he had claimed the name Hunter. It was his by birthright and he had changed his surname by a deed-poll. That was the only thing he had taken from his father, just like he had promised. But whatever that package might contain from Bolivia, he was already dreading the effect that it might have on his life. He could not deal with this now under any circumstances. He was in his office and he had brought these things along with him. As if they held a magnetic power on him, he could not deny the fact that he was

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

Grandma Janette’s house had always been a place of solace, and even in this trying time when Gibbon was still on the run, Cassidy was recovering from her injury and trying to figure out her new reality, and Cadence was finding her place as the new Hunter Leader, sitting on her grandmother’s sofa, munching on a homemade chocolate chip cookie, flipping through her grandparents’ sacred photo album made things seem a little more like they used to be. That is, if one wasn’t to dwell on the fact that the pictures of her grandmother she was looking at were hundreds of years old.

The kind that curled into you like a hook. “You disobeyed me,” he said. “I know.” He dropped his gear at the base of the stairs and walked past me into the main hall. The house was a fortress—stone walls, reinforced windows, and a study filled with weapons instead of books. A dozen hunters called this compound home, but our house sat above the rest. Overlooking them. Like a throne. He motioned for me to follow. I hesitated, then obeyed. The training grounds glowed under floodlights beyond the windows. Even this late, hunters were shouting and firing rounds. It never stopped. We were always waiting and preparing for war.

Strewn beside a tawny-hued boulder the color of the foothills were the clothes Hunter had discarded. Hunter leaned into Tete’s furred side munching a deliciously succulent, slickly red plum pilfered on his way through the town. It was his third. He ate the plum to its core, and what he could not eat, he gave back to the earth by digging a small, shallow hole in the hard, clayey soil and placed stem and seed into it. He watered the mound with the piss from his own body, following the forms as his mother had taught them to him. Tete licked at his paws, cleaning flecks of flesh from his claws and blood from between fur and pads. Hunter pulled his face into a broad yawn and threw his arms high.

Hunter gazes out the window as the remains of Grant Manor cool, steam rising from the mostly fallen and scorched structure as the fire department works to put out the remaining flames. There's no way we can return there. Where does he mean when he says "home" ? Grant Manor was finally starting to feel like home with Livy and Hunter, my family right before everything changed and I learned the dark truth about who he is at night. Would the first home I found since leaving my marriage still be a smoldering ruin if I hadn't followed my ex-husband down to the party below? Would we all be better off pretending nothing was different about our little family?

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.