Amity X Hunter Novels & Stories

But Marcus, embracing his inner beast, transformed into a powerful werewolf, his feral strength matching that of his adversaries. Amelia, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, twirled her silver-laced blades with deadly precision, cutting through the ranks of vampires with each swipe. Her determination was fueled by her love for Marcus and her desire to protect innocent lives. Derek, utilizing his vampire speed and agility, effortlessly dodged the attacks of the rogue hunters. His hypnotic gaze locked onto his enemies, temporarily immobilizing them before delivering a swift and lethal blow. Edna, with her expert archery skills, fired arrows with remarkable accuracy, incapacitating the hunters with

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

The thought sent shivers down my spine. “I have claimed you, Amelia,” Hunter declared, his voice reverberating through the room, commanding my attention. His presence was both intimidating and alluring, like a predator preparing to pounce. My breath hitched, my hands trembling at my sides. I knew I had no choice but to submit to the ancient tradition. To refuse an alpha meant risking the wrath of the pack, and I couldn’t bear the thought of that. “What do you want from me?” I asked, struggling to understand.

I locked eyes with Damien. “The Vampire and The Hunter.” I said. He smiled at me. “How ironic.” He replied as he ran his fingers across the mark. It sent a tingling feeling shooting through my chest. “It’s so beautiful.” I said. “It suits us perfectly.” Damien replied. “I’m going to take a bath and try and get some of my strength back.” I said. Damien nodded.

she said firmly. “Thanks, Claire,” Hunter nodded, a fleeting smile tugging at the corner of his lips before disappearing just as quickly. He turned back to me, his face settling into the grim expression I’d grown familiar with. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes, alright? Just stay put.” I glanced at the couple, unsure if I could trust them or even myself to respond properly. The weight of everything—the danger, the secrecy—pressed down on me. I nodded stiffly, words failing me, as Hunter pulled on his helmet and strode out. The roar of his bike echoed through the quiet parking lot, and I watched him go, a creeping sense of unease settling into my bones.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

“So, is Ansh the culprit or not? Chandrika…Why did she let me live? All this time when Ansh was telling me to stay away from Chandrika he knew this? Should I hate Ansh or not? Is it his fault? That night when we were surrounded by a pack of wolves in the mountain…Ansh easily went along with them and was playing with them…His eyes were glowing in the dark…That wasn’t my illusion…He is a werewolf.” All these thoughts were clouding up in her head. She was still confused about what to do. She signalled them to leave the room as she covered herself with blanket. The three of them left the room as they didn’t want to bother her anymore. Her condition wasn’t good at all. Shama closed her eyes as sh

I picked up a stick and poked at the fire, causing the flames to jump up. “Finally, you are alone.” I heard Prince Dagon say, before going quiet, “Still not going to talk, huh? You really are a stubborn bride.” “I am not your fucken bride.” I thought back. “Remains to be said, do you think I could really control anyone with just one bite?” He laughed. “For me to be able to control someone who was not my bride, they would need to drink my blood as well, and you say you are a vampire hunter.”

“Did she smell like a hunter?” I shook my head, taking a deep breath as if I could catch her scent even now. “So a werewolf?” I scoffed and said, “Why would a werewolf be with a hunter?” Even though we held truces with them, no werewolf trusted a hunter enough to interact with them outside of the sacred meetings places that were neutral ground to all of us. He shrugged, “Well, did she?” “No, she didn’t smell like a werewolf but she wasn’t human either. She smelt like nothing I’ve ever smelt before.”

Hunter 17: Inner Turmoil His silver eyes met my deep blue ones, their intensity piercing through my soul. The euphoria I felt intensified, a warm, comforting sensation that enveloped me. My heart, which had been pounding with anticipation, now beat with a steady rhythm, a sense of calm and safety washing over me. “Oh, my goodness! Who would have thought our brother Hades would be blessed with such a breathtakingly stunning woman!” The beautiful woman exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. Her bubbly personality was evident in her animated gestures and infectious enthusiasm.