Bad Batch Hunter Novels & Stories

Cathy snapped back furiously, "Not yet. I won't get it until tomorrow morning. Hunter, no offense, but your company still hasn't managed to reverse-engineer the antidote yet? Does your organization not have any other pharmacists besides Nasha?" Hunter narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing through them. "My dear lady, Nasha is a rare, once-in-a-generation genius. You mustn't underestimate her. I certainly never have. I am a man who deeply appreciates true talent. I just wonder which of her children is currently studying medicine..." Prickled by his tone, a frustrated Cathy hung up the phone on him. Hunter merely let out a low chuckle. Turning his gaze back toward the iconic tower acro

He knows nothing. Luca crouched down near him. Hunter reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. His hair and beard have outgrown. He had lost weight and looked wasted. "Do you think you'll find her like this?" Luca said curtly. Hunter raised his red-shot eyes meeting his silver gaze causing Luca to flinch. He had never seen so much pain in his eyes before. He looked completely broken. Destiny was the biggest twisted curveball and a web of absolute deceit. Luca hated fate so much that he couldn't explain it in words and now Hunter was going through the same thing. The person he hurt so much turned out to be his mate.

“No Alpha, but I have the report from Hugo about the substance that was in the hunter's blood.” “Really? What was it?” “It was a combination of Cocaine, Androstenedione, Erythropoietin, Bisoprolol, all human drugs and they mixed them with Vampire Blood, making the effects heightened.” “That is a strange combination.” “Yes it is, and because it is such and it was found in a hunter's system. I contacted Hudson and got him to do some digging and use some of his bed partners again to gather some much-needed information. He found out that it is called batch 839 or since it kind of works how they want, it's known by the Hunters as ‘The Hunters Serum’. Now, not very many of the hunters take it, as

I chuckled. "I was trying to stalk that new guy's socials. He's cagey as hell. There's barely anything about him on the internet. I did find out that his name is Hunter Bailey." My drink went down the wrong way and I choked. I had come here to escape from Hunter. I didn't want to hear anything about him. I was just about to say so, when his next words reached me. "I did find a girl though. Seems our new teammate is into goth baddies."

I wanted to look for my brother and my parents, but it was just too impossible to do that down here. “Welcome to all the talented students! We are all thrilled that we have a lot of approved talents this year for our hunter’s scholarship program. We are all looking forward to seeing what you all can do as hunters to prove that you deserve to be sponsored by the hunter’s community. Since we have a lot of participants today, we all decided to reduce your numbers to fifty by a method of elimination.” The host says. Immediately, murmurs around the crowd started to spread. Clearly, this was an abrupt decision that no one thought about. “In this round, we will all expect you to fight a lower level

He stared at me for a few more seconds before he finally decided to talk. “What are you going to do with me?” The hunter asked in the same fearful voice. I sneered at him. Why was this hunter so fearful? I knew that I caught him, but shouldn’t he at least have a little backbone? I looked down and noticed the badge on his chest. I spotted a badge similar to what Phoenix had shown me in the cave. But unlike Phoenix’s badge, this one only had a single star on it. I remembered what Phoenix said. A one star invocate.

Reaper was not very happy when he heard her that. Hunter’s girlfriend, Maleah, says that I have a broody, poetic, bad boy vibe that makes women want to tame me. To my and Hunter’s dismay, Maleah is incredibly honest. You should have seen the face that Hunter made when she told me that. I thought his head was going to explode. It still amuses me when I think about it.

he grumbles, shaking his head. Hunter was a man of simple tastes, prioritising computers, fitness, and women in that order. His calm demeanour and lack of drama were refreshing. Despite his easygoing nature, he showed no urgency in finding a mate - a trait we shared - but it seemed that he had yet to meet someone who truly infatuated him. As I observed him from afar, I couldn’t help but wonder what qualities he looked for in a partner and if anyone would ever meet his high standards.

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.