Auto Hunting Novel Novels & Stories

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!

I knew she had Hunter blood but I was unaware that she used their weapons. I wondered if something to do with her Hunter blood made her immune to silver? Otherwise wouldn’t using silver weapons be too painful? Nova barely lifted her leg to stab Charlie in his Achilles’ tendon. He dropped to the floor and before Nova could stab Dominic as well Harvey broke his arm rather violently. There was even bone peaking out. Harvey looked at Dominic and asked, “ You dare to put your hands on what’s mine? Give me a good reason. Either way you die but if your answer amuses me perhaps I’ll make it painless.”

I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes. He fell to a quivering mass on the ground and I hit the top of the roof twice, letting Aaron know we were alone again. The green Ute slowed to a crawl, but didn't stop. I slipped my gun back into it's waiting home and dropped to a crouch, searching the nearest bags for the extra bulb the boys had brought back with the new food supplies. The adrenalin rush had left me breathless and shaky, but I needed to fix the light. The longer it was out, the longer we had a direct, unlit path to the car.

Knox repeated anger swimming in his baby blues. Follow the story of Charlotte, Knox and Kane as they try to find their footing in a cruel world filled with betrayal, heartbreak and secret obsessions that threaten to destroy the bonds of brotherhood and love! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ My new book, which will be available exclusively here on Goodnovel, will be out in the next week (Hopefully). So keep your eyes peeled for updates here on Goodnovel. Brought By Fate:

I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu

Uncle gary said in sad mood I wiped my face and stopped crying to understand what my uncle was saying. " Uncle, this is not funny. Werewolves don't exist. So how will they kill my father and even if they exist. What business does my father and werewolves have in common”. “ You are from the generation of Hunter's." I looked at him astonished. A lot was going through my mind “ This is the first time I am hearing of Hunter and now you are telling me I am from the generation of Hunter's. Please can you elaborate?” Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died.

And what the fuck was she thinking being out here alone? I started after her—trotting carefully, so she wouldn’t hear me—until I reached the place where she’d stopped and sought the scent. I sniffed the ground there and stopped trotting, my entire body on alert, and hackles high. To my nose, her scent had mingled with that thing’s trail. Cara, the shy and unassuming librarian, was out in the woods in the middle of the night, following the thing that had attacked her. She was fucking hunting.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

SNEAK PEEK – “DESIGN OF FATE” - JACKSON Imeela. The name sounded like a prayer. Imeela was my mate that I met two days ago when she was being attacked by a group of vampires. She had held her own very well until it was not. Brynn had got me out of bed for a road trip but would not tell me where we were going. Luckily, she had the forethought to bring warriors with us. Goddess, she fought them like a lethal warrior. Not only was she deadly, but she was fucking gorgeous too.

I knew nothing could go wrong when my Italian was taking the lead. "You're better than Christian Grey, Mr. De Sylvano. I'm impressed." My smile was so big it almost split my face in half. But a dark look flashed across his features instead, disappearing the softness from his icy blue eyes. "Who the hell is Christian Grey?" he growled. "You went on a chopper ride with him?" I gasped. He didn't know Mr. Grey? Oh, well! Duncan De Sylvano only knew how to earn billions, destroy the people he didn't like and keep me in his arms like an obsessed man. He wasn't a guy to read novels or watch movies.