Novel & Cerita Artemis Hunters

No one really can just leave the underworld you need approval from the all mighty and have an escort to and fro with limited stay or you become rouge. Choosing to become the latter my father becoming dramatic sent word that I left and now hunters are after me. I hate my father and no doubt he hates me. He just wants to save face and keep control over his things. I’ll show him quick I don’t belong next to him not now not ever. The hunters are known for their speed and persistence also their winning streak, they always catch their prey. If I didn’t know any better, I think my father sent them to just kill me and be over with it. But no I’m alive and I get to decide who I live this life.

he says. “Who are you?” Say the gunman, looking up at him. “Well,” he grins, “it depends on your answer.” “You in a house that's not yours.” “Artemis, get me information on these four.” “Right on it, Sir.” “So are you going to tell me, or do I need to find out for myself?” “Who is Artemis? “ The one guy questions. “That's for me to know.” “Sir?” “Yes, Artemis.”

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

At this point though my girl comes through and brings us back to reality. “Hi, I’m Aria. Who are you?” she asks. “Hey. My name is Kade. What’s your name beautiful?” he says, never taking his eyes off mine. “Cataleya, and I know what you are,” I tell him. I want to get this out of the way while I have my brain back to me for the moment. “I know what you are as well. You’re a hunter…and my mate.”

In the Northern part of Gaedrillon woods where the Lake of Sea Serpents can be found, Archer, the famous dragon slayer is up for hunting the three-headed snake. Other than being called dragon slayer, he is also known as the beast hunter who walks at night, killing every bit of beasts interfering with his journey. Being a deserter for over a hundred years, he either kills for fun or money but mostly, it's the latter. "Fuck!" he ferociously cursed when the serpent swung its huge tail, making him lose his balance when he stepped back.

She couldn't be a witch… the honorary daughters of Hecate aren't that aggressive to actually slay someone with too many witnesses no matter said transgressor’s slight, he didn't even saw her being accompanied by the usual pet familiar either and witches are rarely left on their own unless they could handle themselves or are old grannies. He couldn't be sure, though... a hunter of the moon goddess, perhaps? No, Artemis, please no... because as much as the very idea greatly concerned him since hunters are sworn to maidenhood, Alastor reasoned out with himself that the hunters of Artemis travel as a large group and made it a point of staying away from werewolves, especially their affairs since

But we’d been too injured to stay any longer so I’d mind linked Derrick and told him to send Arianna, our best healer, to me. “The question is why did a hunter attack you?” And that was another question I’d been circling for the last week. We had a truce and they didn’t seem like rogue hunters…but maybe they were. “I’m not sure. Hunters only have permission to hunt pack wolves if they break the covenant. Maybe they confused me for a different wolf?” Derrick’s blue eyes filled with worry as he leaned forward and said, “Or maybe there is a contract out on you?” And that was another question I had. If there was a contract out for my life, who had put the target on my head?

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.

The ID showed my photo, but there was an additional codename under my name. "We deal with digital threats the public never sees. We are the swords responsible for cutting away the darkness the law cannot reach. Sinead Hill's life has already ended. She is free now. She will become a legend and inspire more women to be brave." He looked into my eyes, his gaze sharp. "Now, welcome to Camelot. Your talent should not be wasted on small targets. Welcome to the real Hunting Ground." I looked at the codename on the ID, then looked up at the world outside the window.