Bad Batch Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

"And that's so bad, because..." "Because that woman is a monster, Hunter." "She's not that bad," Lesley defends her, in her calm sweet voice, "We've had far worse delinquents, I don't know why you hate her so much." "What's the worst the poor girl has done, talk back to Mr. Thorne?" asks Hunter in a baby voice, "I have to deal with a fucking nineteen year old mastodon. He’s almost seven feet tall and weighs like four hundred pounds, he spit in my face and refuses to do anything."

The Hunters Unfortunately, the moment of bliss was only that. A moment in time. The moment got shattered right to Hell by a volley of gunshots. Distracted as they all had been, no one heard or even smelled the Hunters coming. The Wolves were converged upon, some of them sustaining serious injuries as silver buckshot ripped thru their fur. For the Luna and the Alpha, however, it was silver filled tranq darts that pierced their unsuspecting hides. Misha, being smaller, collapsed almost instantly to the ground, unconscious.

Antonio's muscles stretched with anger, "Name him, King." I looked into my Beta's blue glowing eyes before answering, "Daniel Hunter." He was taken aback by the revelation, "Daniel Hunter? The one who belongs to the Hunter family of the UK?" I nodded my head in slow motion, "Yes, the same Hunter family who is known about their history of hunting the supernatural kinds in the name of keeping a fucking balance in the world." Antonio stiffened, "And they are back to hunt more of us. What are your orders?"

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...

Hunter struggled in anger, but he was met with a blow to the stomach from a baseball bat, causing the young man to vomit blood. "This perverted jerk," Aleah said while inside a truck with monitors and a computer system. She was with Joyril at that time. Hunter's entry into the CEO's house was all part of their plan to find out where its Data mine was. He is a rogue earning money from the sex tapes he shows on a website and Natasha is just one of his many victims.

At first, Flint can't get a connection from him but soon they can hear each other a bit clear through their minds. "What happened to you, Flint? There's seem to be a problem to our mind link." "The hunter... I meet her. She injects something to me that makes me weak and cannot use a mind link for the time being." "What? You encounter the hunter?" "Yes!" Flint said. He stops from running and gasped for some air. For the first time in his life, he was out of breath just for running. 'Argh! I'm not fully recovering! I feel tired.'

"Max come on___" "Do you know how ridiculous you sounded? Mumbling your f*cking 'mumbo- jambo' sh*t about being worried sick about me? And love? You f*cking disgust me!" "Oh come on Max! You haven't even stayed an hour in this place! Your father is Michael f*cking Carlisle! I knew you wouldn't have stayed detained for long... your father would have immediately bailed you out... and he has! Me on the other hand, I'm a nobody... my father's a nobody! If I got caught, I wouldd have had nobody to bail me___"

Why can’t I shoot? “Elena…” a deep baritone calls out from behind me and I whirl around to come face to face with Hunter. His jet black hair is slicked back, it is damp and he has clearly just taken a bath. Droplets of water stain his grey shit, creating little darkened spots. “Hunter!” I gasp. “I’m sorry, I know we’re not supposed to train at night but I’m not getting any better–“

Eve clicked play. "Oh, come on," Hunter was saying on screen, leaning back with a sharp, arrogant smirk that rubbed Eve entirely the wrong way. "We all see what Boston is doing. Wilde gets into a bar fight, faces a league suspension, and suddenly he’s walking the red carpet with the owner's daughter? It’s a beautifully orchestrated rehab campaign. The guy is a brute on the ice. You can put him in a fancy tuxedo and make him hold hands for the cameras, but a rabid dog doesn't turn into a golden retriever overnight. We'll see how domestic he looks when he rolls into our barn next week." Eve hit pause, her jaw tightening. Her analytical mind immediately flagged the tactical threat. Hunter wasn'