Chasseur Novels & Stories

We are closing in. How many? 4 Rogues but I sense another presence His next words making my eyes to widen. I sense a hunter your Majesty Fuc*! Surround them. I am coming! I mindlink Jason and tell him to report. We were leaving. There is a hunter and there are chances he can be the one finding the prophesied one. These hunters are searching for rejected mates. And right now. There is only one in out pack. Sh**! The thought making me stop suddenly and I send Jason another mindlink.

Both have ageless beauty like him, though human years they would be around their twenties. Thade had his jet black hair tied into a messy man bun. Strong jaw evident with his staple stubble on and bushy brows framing his steel blue eyes. His pale skin radiates against the blank ink on his skin. Being topless is his badge of honor. Showing off an oak tree tattoo from his back that stemmed its withered branches to his arms across his entire upper body. Though it doesn’t drown the presence of his chiseled abs. While he wore the same jet black color of wide legged pants that reached the floor as his bare feet stuck out. All his nails are also painted in black.

Amy and Isaac traded a look, seeing us come in like besties. I noticed Isaac had set their original Kinect SLS camera on a tripod aiming at the couch, and an original Ovilus V on the coffee table, with his KII and his tri-field meter. I grimaced, trying to look at Ann. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” “It’s fine, Fran,” my phone app said. “How come you get so many words?” asked Isaac. “It’s an app developed by a Brit ghost hunter. Works better than the Ovilus. And touchpads work wonders, too.”

Blood gurgles from the Hunter's mouth as he crumples to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky. "Woohoo!" Vivaldi exclaims, his face alive with the thrill of the fight. He charges at the Hunters with the speed of a cheetah on espresso shots, his wild hair whipping in the wind. Bullets, arrows, and other projectiles sail towards him, but he embraces the impact like a metalhead at a mosh pit, making no effort to dodge them.

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Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad

Igor raised a hand to signal for silence. "A deer," Igor whispered, looking straight ahead. I peered between the leaves and saw a stag with majestic antlers calmly munching on grass. Its fur was golden brown, its eyes large and alert. Pascha raised his rifle slowly, his eyes taking aim with sharp focus. But before he could pull the trigger, a small squirrel jumped from the branch above his head and made a noise. The deer straightened its head, its ears twitching. Pascha swore under his breath, but it was too late. The deer had already jumped away, leaving us in an annoyed silence.

He caught up with me. Of course, he caught up with me. He was the hunter and I was the prey. There was no outrunning a hunter as skilled as Cahir Armani. “Stay.” The command that fell from his lips – the words that fell from his lips, they were not his. The voice wasn’t his!

There will be another hunting party before they declare the final winner hehe ***