Auto Hunting With My Clones Chapter 67 Novels & Stories

It clattered forward as we ran at it, ripping it clean off its hinges. The metal door thudded to the ground. ‘Jane,’ Hunter croaked, turning to look at me. His claws were buried in his father’s chest. ‘Hunter,’ I breathed, barely able to see through the panic filling me. ‘You’re alive.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ he choked out. I looked down. His father’s claws were embedded in his chest, too. As one, they hit the ground. The mate bond screamed. It was raw, agonising, like nothing I’d ever felt before. It tore in two, leaving me in shreds.

The man in front of me shouted at Roland. “How many times do I have to explain to yer silly arse that I had no part of it!” Scoffing in disgust, the man behind me tightens his arm around my torso, squeezing my ribs painfully. I can't help the airy whine that's pushed out of me from the pressure. “Not another step, bhràthair! Ye ken the bloody rules now. Remember, no cheating!” He warns loudly, ignoring my distress. The cloaked figure halts and slowly raises his hands in the air. Something dangles by a handle in one hand. Moving his other hand towards the object, there’s a gritty, clicking sound accompanied by a bright spark.

Steam exploded around us, hissing as it swallowed the clearing. She snarled. “Stubborn to the end.” But I was tired, each clash drained me. My muscles burned, my breaths grew ragged, and still Marissa moved like a predator unscathed. Her laughter echoed as she created a towering clone of herself, ten feet tall, its claws gleaming like silver. I summoned every shred of my bond and hurled it forward. Instead of resisting, I merged into the clone, seizing control. Its eyes shifted from crimson to gold under my command.

“Until the food arrives, let’s get started.” She hesitated, then reached for his hand. “Hunter, please. Don’t make him go through this.” “Lucas is stronger than you think,” he countered, his grip firm. “I know you didn’t bet on him but trust me.” He guided her hand to his arm, leading her into the throne room. Conversations halted as they entered. The vampires’ unease was palpable, Chloe already intimidated them, and Hunter was even more formidable. No one would dare cross him.

"** --- **The Architect's Gift** He stabs a blade of light into the mirror, shattering it. The shards reform into a doorway, revealing a throne of fused bones and static. **"Last chance,"** he says. **"Rule with us. Or die with her."** Ravel limps into the clearing, her leg bandaged with torn cloth. "Don't do it, Kelly. You won't come back from this." The clones emerge, their forms merging into a colossal hybrid-Eden's face, the Hunter's roots, Veyra's thorns. It roars, shaking the sky.

Chapter 41: A primal snarl tore from her throat, her eyes shifting into a fierce crimson glow. The atmosphere dropped, the air thick with a suffocating coldness. She lunged forward with an astonishing speed, a blur of brown. Her sharp dark nails struck, aiming for my chest, but I sidestepped. The crowd cheered, a mix of anticipation and excitement. With a loud roar, she successfully dug her claws into my shoulders, drawing blood, a stark contrast to my white fur. I groaned, slamming my body against hers, making her lose balance. We rolled across the ground, biting and clawing at each other.

"I caught the hint of a scent and then heard a noise. I managed to turn just as a rogue was going to attack you. I intercepted him and then I caught the scent of a human. It didn't take me long to realise he was a Hunter. I managed to manoeuvre the rogue so that he was in the path of the Hunter and ended up getting the dart that was meant for you. It allowed me to kill the rogue and then chase after the Hunter. I tried to capture him alive, but he turned on me. I had no choice but to kill him, too." He then sways a little, I move over to him and slide my head under his chin, giving him some support as I say, "You don't look too good..." "When I killed the rogue after the hunter had shot him,

Blood stained the ground below. And in the shadows, Clara hid her trembling hands, forcing a calm smile even as her heart whispered, *The game has changed. Danger has come, even for me.* The poisoned water spread through the pack, and the night of joy turned into a night of blood.**

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.