Blade Stellaron Hunter Novels & Stories

I dived behind the heavy oak dining table, rolling and coming up with my sidearm. ​The Hunter was on the ceiling, his boots magnetically locked to the stone beams. He dropped toward me, the wire-blades whistling through the air. I parried with my rifle, the carbon-fiber barrel sparking as the wire sliced into the casing. ​"MALAKAI!" I roared.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

But before I could touch the mystical bolt, heavy and hurried footsteps echoed from the top of the secondary stairs that connected the west wing to the outer weapons courtyard. Hunter’s massive silhouette appeared at the entrance of the corridor, holding his battle sword splattered with the blood of northern bettas. His gray battle wolf was no longer with him, and his Silver Moon armor bore deep dents, proof that he had barely survived the first clash with Lawrence in the courtyard. When his yellow eyes fixed on me, my strong body illuminated by silver energy, the visible regret and savage jealousy transformed his features into a mask of pure madness.

Either way it would definitely end up with her getting arrested. "Aren't you happy?" he asked. Happy? Was this guy serious? Why the fuck would she be happy? None of this made sense and it was messing with her head. She couldn't be his beloved. She just couldn't. Fate wouldn't be that cruel to her. Not that it would matter much when she drove the dagger into his heart, but still it was like an insult to her very existence. She was a vampire hunter, not a vampire fucking lover. "I take it that it's a no then," he said after a few moments of her intense silence, "I'm sure you will come around."

Neither one seemed like they liked his presence, both kind of gave the vibe like they wanted to kill him more than anything else. I let out a breath and Blade asks him, “Did you think the dog would be powerful enough to protect you from me?” Hunter lets out a growl and says, “I am an Alpha, Blade Ambrose, and a powerful one at that. I demand you treat me with respect or I may have no other choice than to retaliate.” Blade turns his head to him and says, “That depends on one thing, Alpha. Are you here to protect this man?” Hunter frowns as he looks to Arthur who has now closed the door to his front door and stands at the porch with his arms crossed. Hunter shakes his head, “I’m not here to pr

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Oscar "Guys we came here for a different matter. Why don't we solve the matter first. then you two can privately discuss your issues?" I said, and John Hunter looked at me with an evil glint in his eyes. "If this bitch does not remove the glamour on my child and let me know where my daughter is, I will not volunteer the information I have and don't think I care about the supernatural community that much. Isabel and I have done well for ourselves over the years. We would just skip town and start afresh elsewhere without siring vampires." He said, and we knew he was dead serious.

The door burst open with a deafening crash, and the first hunter stepped inside. His black armor gleamed in the dim light, and the silver-tipped spear in his hands practically hummed with malevolent energy. He didn’t hesitate, lunging toward Lexa with deadly precision. But I was faster. The Starfire surged through me, a burst of golden light exploding from the staff’s crystal tip. The hunter staggered back, his spear clattering to the ground as the energy scorched his chest armor.

I'm really sorry to disturb you but-" I started, but he cut me off. "I don't need anything. For the name of Lycans, I don't need any bloody thing from the royalties." He spatted full of hatred, eyes blazing like he have little fires dancing in them. My own anger spiked, but as a princess I will not let them get the best of me, I will remain calm and handle this low piece of human. "Why yes that is right dear Daniel the warrior. You don't need anything from the royalties, but surely, you can ask a person what you heart desired right?" I said sweetly, not giving away anything even though inside I was tearing him apart and making him go bald. He paused, for a moment the fire in his eyes die

I reached out with my left hand, and a searing lash of red energy whipped across the flooded room. A harpoon fired. The bolt hissed and aimed for Lucian’s heart. My red lash intercepted it, melting the silver tip into molten droplets before it could touch his skin. The Hunter didn't flinch at all, he reached for a second bolt. "Sloane! Now!" I yelled. Sloane dove beneath the surface. She emerged behind the Hunter like a shark, her knife finding the gap in his vest. The Hunter let out a stifled grunt as they tumbled into the stagnant water.