Bad Batch Hunter Novels & Stories

Claire must be bluffing! I, however, merely lowered my head and calmly wrote down every name. Without sparing him so much as a glance, I pulled out my phone and made a call. "Yes. All four of Bexley City's families: the Grants, the Wilders, the Cromwells, the Lowells. Great. I'll wait for your good news." When I ended the call, I took a slow step toward Austin. "It's true, no single corporation in this country could take you down. But what if it isn't a corporation? What if it's the government itself?"

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

Not that I’d rule out the former. Not all hunters work for the guild and, therefore, The Mythical Alliance. American hunters, especially, were notorious for not working well with others and disliking the idea of there being ‘good’ supernatural beings. Numerous hunters refused to work with the guild and now TMA because it meant working with the paranormal to protect everyone, including the clueless humans. A noob hunter could easily mess up staking a vamp or could’ve hit his ribs during a fight. “Who are you, and what are you doing in Silverclaw territory?” I demanded, pointing my penlight at his face.

"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."

He paused, looking back at me. “Hunters are military enhanced humans that can match us in both speed and strength. The difference is, we are more vulnerable to them than they are to us. Their armor isn’t easy to penetrate. Even for someone like you, your healing would be useless.” He paused again as if he was considering what to say. “Weapons tipped in silver and wolfbane is highly deadly to our kind. You are far more skilled than you should be, considering you just started, but you’ve never gone up against them. You would need to be trained on how to handle a hunter.” Tate continued.

Now I know other Hunters used their artificial intelligence to drive their cars too, so she must be wide eyed at my specific car. I did drive a Bugatti Chiron Noire, there were only 20 made in the entire world. This one was made specifically for me. I won't even tell you what I paid for it. I just smiled at the girl and hopped into my car. Jarvis already knew where we were going, so I sat back and enjoyed the ride. My mind kept going back to Damien and the newfound information I had uncovered. I still couldn't believe he owned Edge Enterprises. So this means he knows I'm a Hunter? Or does he really know where his products go when they are bought?

-Thank you for not letting me come alone," I muttered a little under my breath. I was a little embarrassed. But he didn't answer, as he was in front of my house I gave him one last look. -Come in," he looked at me, after he hadn't looked at me the whole way. -Goodbye, Colton. I turned to walk, feeling his gaze on me. I had ended up the same or worse than before because I hadn't found out anything about Colton Dashner, I only knew that he was a womanizer and got into fights for nothing, did he have a problem with Darren? Because I didn't know why he had hit him, nor why his repeated mood swings, nor did I know why the police were looking for him.

he began. Then, he reached out. And he began to lazily trace one finger down the expanse of my chest. I drew in a sharp breath. His fingers crossed over my stomach. My cock jerked. I bit back a moan. His eyes lifted to mine. "That was a really bad thing for you to do." My heart rate skyrocketed. "Matteo, so far, you have been a bad boy," he started in a deep voice. I swallowed the lump that rose in my chest. "And you know what bad boys deserve?" He asked.

She finally lets us begin the game, making Bentley and Jai the captains. The battle to pick the 'good' players continue and Jai finally picks me. So far on the team, includes me, Miles, Finn, Benji, and Amy. I'm surprised that Bentley chose Alec, but he is a very good player. After everyone else is divided, Samara being on the opposing team, I get into position. The game takes off and it's highly competitive against the two teams. Miles passes the ball to me and I dodge Samara's weak attempt to get it from me. I shoot to score, but Alec blocks it and takes off. With the day I'm having, I should have expected it.