Blade Stellaron Hunter Novels & Stories

He then came and help the other to hold me down. I look up with pleading eyes. "Please... No..." I cry and Hunter only gave me that evil smirk. "As much as I enjoy fucking you last night but this is purely business stellina," he said and raises the knife in the air, ready to cut off my hand. "Please" I beg and immediately shut my eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

all five needles launch themselves towards the Lv2 Hunter It senses it and tries to retreat but Jimboy suddenly appears on its side "where are you going!"- Jimboy without a moment of rest, Jimboy touch the back of the lvl2 Hunter "CLUTCH!"- Jimboy JIMBOY/MANA: 75/150 in this 0.5 seconds, the body of the HUNTER STIFFEN! *ZOOM!* the five needles successfully stab the head of the lvl2 Hunter! because of this the lv2 hunter suddenly stop its movements

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Then he turned to me. “Snow, I would like you to have this.” Damien said, and he handed me the ring he had taken from the dead Vampire. “What is that?” I asked him. “It’s the ring this Vampire was wearing. I want you to have it so you can remember your first kill. You will need to get it resized I'm sure, but for now you can wear it on this.” He said, and he pulled out a stainless steel chain from under his shirt. He placed the ring on the chain and clasped it around my neck. “You will heal from this, and you will go on to become the best Hunter this world has ever seen.” Damien said. I looked distraught, and for good means of course, but this was different. Not distraught over my mother, di

After pondering it for a while more, Felix still could not put a face on that name. Not wanting to waste more time, he grabbed a machete from one of the thugs and threw it with deadly precision. Hunter was about to retort Stinger, but he was silenced immediately. The blade sank deep into Hunter's chest. He stared in disbelief at his chest, mumbling, "Y-You killed—" Yet, before he could finish his sentence, blood gushed out from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground.

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

They hadn't spotted me yet, giving me precious seconds to decide—retreat to defensive position or advance for better intelligence? The decision was made for me when one figure stopped abruptly, head tilting back to test the air. It turned with robotic precision, looking directly at my position despite the distance and cover. "Target acquired," it said, voice carrying unnaturally clear through the forest. Not speaking to me—reporting to the others, who immediately stopped their advance and formed a perfect semicircle, cutting off my escape route back to the pack house. Well, shit. "Stella Harrison," the central figure called out, taking a step forward. Male, tall, moving with fluid grace that

“I just don’t see it.” “You mean the jewels she could wear and strut around with? There is so much jealousy between June and Callie. I think you are forgetting about a woman’s scorn. She never produced an heir with Hunter.” Sitting back, neither one of us said anything as someone in a stretcher was carried out with a bag of fluid hanging out of their arm. Hunter pulled out his phone and pressed some numbers as Luca’s phone rang out. “It was one of our guards. He was unconscious, and I didn’t get to question him.”

"I have a lot that I need to explain to you, and I don't want to overwhelm you. She took a deep breath and nodded at me to continue. "As I said before, I am a hunter in an organization called The Vindicta. I have been training since I was ten years old. My parents were killed in an attack by a rogue werewolf and Liam, and I were rescued by Ard’al. He took us in and was a father to us. When it came time for the trials I won. I became a hunter and I've been going on mission after mission ever since. Ard’al told me when I became a hunter that we all have one destined person, a soul mate. We already have a bond, but it won't fully form until we accept each other completely."