Arrow Huntress Mga Nobela at Kwento

His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world. Arrow, also known as Aaron Nelson, nudged me with his shoulder as he sat next to me. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew I would see him later and he would fuck the anger out of me. At work we were strictly coworkers, but outside of work, he was my personal porn star. Who could say no to blonde hair and dark eyes. He looked like Justin Hartley as Oliver queen which just made his nickname even more ironic. He was the most skilled archer in the world. Guns were nothing to him. He was more lethal with an arrow. He truly was a real life superhero with not only his skill on the team, but also in the bedroom.

Saint rushes forward and puts himself between the wolves and their captives, followed by Reaper who slides to a halt next to Ghost. “What is this, Saint?” Ghost growls and puts his head low, ready to pounce. “You’re protecting a hunter and a tiger? We thought you left so Bronx could get help, but you brought danger here instead.” “Everyone stand down. They are our friends. This is Arrow. He is a Greek God. Like the Luna is. He’s immortal, don’t attack him. It won’t end well for you.” Saint snarls and paces to be sure no one is trying to get closer. “And this is Suea. Yes. He is a weretiger, but he is no threat. He is an ally.”

If he could get rid of all of them, he would. Archer wants to revisit the mini park he found last night, he wanted to see a clearer view of it. Of course, it is way different to see something enveloped with darkness than witness it under the shining light. As he was riding his bike to his exit, he saw a familiar figure of a woman from the corner of his eye. He knew that it was her, the girl from last night. Yet this time, the difference is, her features are completely clear before him. He can now assure himself that she is attractive. She wasn't making noise this time but her voice seems to be carved inside his head, he could completely hear them. He doesn't want to waste any of his time so

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

The hunt was fierce. Twenty consorts scattered through the thick forest, and among them the outsider…. Serena. Twenty-one women, weapons drawn, hearts pounding, every eye set on a single prize. The forest itself seemed alive. Shadows stretched long, branches tangled overhead, and every rustle in the leaves made their blood quicken. Serena gripped her bow so tight her knuckles whitened. Every whisper of leaves had her arrow cocked and ready. “Come out, deer,” she hissed under her breath, eyes sharp.

Who goes to a panther's lair to hunt him? I do. And for Jasper Grant, a hot, tasty girl blundering into his lair? That suits him perfectly. It is a shame that such a fine specimen of a man will go to waste. But he must pay with his life. All the Grants will pay for their sins. I, Michela Cruz, will be their reckoning.

Lyanna, looking composed, walked forward, grabbed her weapon, and offered a curt bow to the Madame before heading into the dark. After a few minutes, enough time for Lyanna to disappear into the deeper woods, Madame called the next name. “Everine Thorne.” Followed by a much longer pause before the next. “Seraphine Jamal.” I watched Seraph disappear, knowing she was just as unprepared as I was for this archery hunt. “Lastly, Ersa Soltharic.” With a deep breath, I took one of the sleek bows and walked toward the torch-lit path. When I was far enough from the entrance, I reached down and touched the quiver hanging on my right hip. There were only five arrows. A shocking restriction, given the i

“We have incoming threats.” A group of hunters had begun ascending the upper ridge path toward them, moving with swift and lethal determination. Archers followed in their wake, carrying weapons that glowed faintly with intricate witch-made runes. These were no ordinary arms but specialized tools designed to counter or contain the kind of power Aria possessed. Ryan’s expression hardened with resolve. “Move now. We cannot linger here.” The group hurried toward the eastern cliff path as arrows suddenly sliced upward through the storm. One embedded itself in the stone beside Caleb’s head with a sharp crack. “Rude!” he exclaimed, ducking low to avoid the next volley.

Mariana explained with a heavy sigh. “A hunter bitch left a trap in the old mall the clan lives in? And you said this was over a month ago? She wouldn’t happen to have been an Egyptian bitch?” I asked, my sister, having my full attention. And given that Khalid was in my space, the call had his too. “Exactly. And Adio scumbag.” Mariana snorted. I want to tell her that Adio hunters aren’t all scum, but Khalid seems to be the only exception. I don’t count his sister. She’s a werewolf hybrid, not a hunter.

The witches picked me to be the one who would be able to bring down the werewolf prince, and that is my job and the reason I'm here. I had been taught by Lake Huran since I was a child in all combat skills as well as how to murder and assassinate a werewolf specifically for this job. I had also participated in conflicts between werewolves and vampires, and was dubbed "The Alpha Slayer" by my fellow werewolves since I was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of werewolf Alphas, who were notoriously tough to kill. So I was a werewolf hunter trained by a Vampire princess, and I was on a mission to assassinate the werewolf prince.