Angelic Hunter Novels & Stories

Giovanni sneered. "Say whatever you want," Hunter replied, his voice steady and calm. "Alright, have it your way," Giovanni shot back, pulling out a gun and aiming it at them. "So, who should I take out first? The Angel or the Demon?" He shifted the gun back and forth between them, savoring the moment. Terrified, Aleah clung tightly to Hunter’s arm. Without missing a beat, Hunter pulled her behind him, shielding her with his body. "Zen... what do we do?" Aleah whispered, panic creeping into her voice.

At the center, the Archivist floats, her body a conduit for the void, her voice a siren song erasing warriors mid-swing. The Hunter loads his gun. "You sure?" I cock the storm-gun. "I'm done running." We charge. --- **The Final Verse** The Archivist sees us coming. "*Fools!* You can't kill a god!" "We're not here for the god," the Hunter snarls. "We're here for the *priest*." He fires. The bullet tears through her mosaic face, glass shards scattering. She screams, the void in her unraveling. I aim at the rift above her-a pulsating wound in the sky. The static in me surges, merging with the storm-gun's charge.

She argues. "We have traitors within our ranks. How sure are we this won’t get out?" Rowan asks. I get out my tablet and did a little research into Leonardo Hunter. I frown when I recognize the face. I show it to my brother. "This motherfucker!" he shouts. "What?" Amara asks. Rowan hands the tablet to her. “Who is this man?” she asks. “He went by the name Lenard Hunter. He was one of the men we trusted to protect Angelica…” Rowan explains to her.

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

He sat in his seat and leaned back, waiting for my answer. Hunter straightened and tensed. I could see his muscles flex as if he were preparing for an attack. I gave him a meaningful look, and he finally leaned back in his seat. The last thing I wanted was to become the reason for another fight. Taking a deep breath, I stood up. "I am a Nephilim. I am a descendant of the Archangel Camael," I said, and a wave of gasps and muttering spread across the room. Alpha Cyrus raised his eyebrows. "Damn… You sure look fuckable for an abomination." Ash bared his teeth in a deadly growl, and Cyrus instantly raised his hands in surrender. Hunter's claws rose, and he looked like he was going to rip Cyrus's

I tense as Angel disentangles herself from me and steps up to her impostor. "I am the Queen of all supernatural beings, the Ruler, the all-powerful ruler of the Dead, and most importantly – I. Am. Ambrosius's. Mate." She seethes in the bitch's face before hovering off the ground. Dark cloud took over the sky, thunder roared, and her eyes began to glow in a frightening hue. What the hell? "Was she bad?" Hunter asks from the porch. He saw that! "She was trying to steal your daddy, baby. Grey, take care of it, please."

he asked. Cadence hesitated for a moment; it was as if he didn’t even know what she was, that Hunters existed, that what he had been doing wasn’t okay. She pushed the thought aside, however. At this point, it didn’t matter. He had done too much damage to be brought in and be rehabilitated. “I’m the Angel of Justice,” she replied in a whisper, and then, placing her hands on either side of his head, she gave a sharp twist, severing his head from his neck in one fluid motion. As usual, there was a loud shriek from the dying beast, and then, within seconds, his body turned to ash, leaving Cadence kneeling over a pile of dust, her hands hourglasses sputtering their contents onto the roadway.

Gunner “I should’ve killed that son of a bitch,” I growl out. “Please tell me you saw what I did,” says Hunter. “The mark on her shoulder?” “Yeah. That is the mark of an angel, I thought they went extinct.” “Obviously not. There is something about that girl.” “What about her, she’s an angel.” “Apollo is interested in her.” “Do you think she is your mate?” “I don’t know, but I plan to find out.”

I guess she messed it up for Leneve too. There was no denying I wanted her in my bed and under me. But I couldn’t see anything beyond that. I couldn’t be the man she thought she wanted. I was a hunter. My priority was the INE and of course Angelica. There was no room for much more, never mind navigating a bond I didn’t feel or want. Then there was this. The darkness that lay in front of us. “I’ll go in first, it can't be that deep of a cavity,” I say about the opening in the tree.

Hayden replied. Interesting... “Silas Keller, Alpha of the Black Moon Pack! It’s nice to meet you,” I stepped up. “Hayden Carlow, Beta of Silver Shadow. The honour is mine,” he greeted. I got good vibes from him for some reason, confusing me a little. “This is our beta Troy Wisteria, our Tracker Matthew Frederson, and I believe you know Alpha Reagan Hunter, his mate and Luna Mildred Hunter, and his Enforcer Frank Toretto,” Angelina introduced.