Bad Batch Hunter Novels & Stories

I go straight to the point. "Cole Hunter can't be found in North America anymore. He's left to somewhere that we cannot find him," or maybe he's still here, but he has just outsmarted Hilary's trackers, "and trust me, I have the best trackers out for him, to keep tabs on him, but somehow... I have no idea." He finishes and I scoff. "The idea here is that your men are incompetent."

After the leaders of the village and representatives of different kinds of werewolves heard what Kasper said, they held an emergency meeting. "Did the beta leader encounter the hunter?" asked one of the elders of our village. "Yes," Flint said. "With your condition earlier it seems that the hunter is becoming stronger!" "It's because she injects something to me therefore I cannot fight her," Flint explained. "That hunter knows our weakness and I'm sure that's what she used to you to be like that!"

"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'

“How bad was the day?” Olivia considered. “Scale of one to ten?” “Sure.” “Jack.” Tessa didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take six. To start.” The waiter nodded and disappeared. “Love that for us,” Isabella said, adjusting her bracelet. The shots arrived quickly. Clear liquid in neat little glasses, lime wedges on a small plate beside them. They didn’t wait. Glasses clinked. “To bad decisions,” Tessa declared. “To better ones,” Isabella corrected.

Avery’s eyes burned as she crushed one of the notes into a ball. “He’s officially the worst human alive. He actually typed that garbage out himself? You’re sure?” I nodded weakly. “He said he wrote every word.” Avery spat the words through clenched teeth. “Unbelievable. Fvcking bastard. He’s not even human. He’s worse than the devil.”

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’

Fuck. Alicia was haunting my life like a fucking ghost. What made everything worse was the fact that I had no fucking idea where she was. I tried to look for her but couldn’t find her. One of my workers had told me that he had seen her at the grocery store with that good-for-nothing asshole, Sebastian. The thought of him touching her, or even being next to her made me so mad. I knew that no man in his right sense would miss the opportunity of being with Alicia, she was so fucking gorgeous. A part of me had expected that she would come back the next day after chasing her away, but she never did. I knew that she was in love with me, but her last words kept on making it hard for me to believe t

Members filed out, the room emptying until only Valentina, Axel, and two others remained—Snake and Garrett, both younger members who'd always looked up to Duke. "This is bad," Snake said. "This is war." Axel's hands clenched. "Connor just took half our brotherhood." Valentina sank into a chair. "We lost." "We lost the first round." Garrett's jaw set. "Doesn't mean we lost the fight." "What fight?" Valentina looked at him. "Half the club just voted to betray Duke. Sierra's filing murder charges tomorrow. Connor's winning." "Then we change the game." Axel pulled out his phone. "We find proof Connor's dirty. Real proof, not just suspicions. We expose him to the club, to Sierra, to everyone."