Blade Stellaron Hunter Novels & Stories

“I know you're after the Red Ruby. I have heard you talking about it, Hailey Randle. Who the hell are you working for?” “Raven Aylestone.” My lips smile. Her face drains of color. “Why would he choose you of all people?” Her forehead crumples up. “I am a hunter.” She falls from the sky, shocked. “A hunter in the Kezent Moon pack. Listen, you bitch…” Revealing her sharp claws, she aggressively grabs my neck. “I don't care if you're a hunter or a pathetic loser. The Red Ruby is mine. I wonder what Lozark Aylestone will do to you when he finds out you're after his cherished Red Ruby.”

Then she looks down at our hands and revives her smile to say with admiration, “You were born special, it was obvious. Our parents were just so blinded by talent and all that crap I got obsessed about. You have the most exceptional gift to have our kind at your feet.” “You stay safe, and don’t be lenient on him,” She frowns down at Andreas and I flush stupidly. “I should be back in a few days so don’t worry too much. I’m Stella Strauneuff, the Mule Huntress! I won’t be taken down so easily.” I smile as I watch Dyrean lead her out of the bedroom amidst their cold exchanges, and I sit back to tend to my ill Vampire while Mei takes Ochea out of the bedroom. It’s just me and him now with the mor

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

Bobson threw daggers while Hunter, on the other hand, launched an attack with his elongated nails – causing three huge bleeding wound marks on his arm. “Damn you f*cking son of a b*tch!” Samael whispered under his breath – as he managed to dodge incoming attacks from Hunter again. Samael was swift enough to dodge Hunter’s attacks – even though he was bleeding and so, that created a chance for Bobson and Alpha Hudson to get Luna Hera out of his hold. Hunter dodged another attack – but the rogues immediately came and blocked him. He took an abrupt stop – as he humped backwards. He took a side glance at his parents now.

Khalid answered his grip on the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. “Okay…. None taken, I guess. I don’t expect hunters to have hearts or consider that supernatural creatures have as much right to live as you.” I rolled my eyes. “Now, what is up with that dude-bro neonate vampire back there? How do you know him? And why would he be working with the guild?” “Blaine Brook….” Khalid practically growled the name. I didn’t immediately recognize the name, but whomever the guy was, there was bad blood between them. I’ve only heard Khalid use that tone if he was talking about his mother.

They were all for Zendaya taking the bullet for them if the opponents would let them escape. Hunter shouted, “Do not fear, Zendaya, nobody can hurt you as long as I am here.” He was a heavenly prodigy, at half step to Mystic rank. He had absolute confidence in his fighting prowess. As one of the best fighters among the younger generation of Michigan’s Stoermer family, he was respected wherever he went. With that, it was rather inevitable that he thought high and mighty of himself and might looked down upon others. ‘Hmph, what a bunch of thieves. Even if you have guns, I might not lose to you!’ With that thought in Hunter’s mind, he threw a punch at the deck.

Yet he never once growled out. I didn’t move, didn’t flinch under Hunter’s intense stare. It was a rare thing, seeing the Beta’s expression shift, but now his usually impassive face was hardened with something that felt uncomfortably close to anger. "The scar…,” "He got it fighting the rogues," I finished for him. "Silver blade, laced with wolfsbane." Hunter's jaw clenched, his expression hardening in a way I'd never seen before. It was clear he wanted to say something—probably to me—but he seemed to think better of it.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Matron Aldar greets us at the foot of the Guild Mountain, as we climb upwards, we’re joined by Ophelia, Leita, and Kiran, along with another young woman who introduces herself as Hunter Prairie. “Hunter will be joining us on our quest,” Kiran gushes. “She’s a protector and an absolute pro at that. Hunter would be of more use than all of us combined when battling against the devil.” Hunter blushes under the compliment. “Please, you’re exaggerating. You’re all powerful in your own ways. But I will do my best to help, Alpha Rexellen.” “Thank you very much,” I say sincerely. “Your assistance will be most appreciated, considering how you are all risking your lives in the name of my mate.”