Chasseur Novels & Stories

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

Chase’s soul arrived instantly and looked at Master Chene with a slight frown while he said, “Are you… Master Jean Chene?” Master Chene sneered. “Chief Rivera, I didn’t expect to see you here. Are you trying to protect Kayson?” Chase raised an eyebrow. “Are you here to kill Mr. Yarde, Master Chene?” Master Chene chuckled. “Yes! I’m here to kill him… However, I have one more goal now, and that is to kill you!” Chase said nonchalantly, “First of all, I must congratulate you on your soul advancement, Master Chene. Secondly… I have no choice but to tell you that you’re out of luck, Master Chene.”

She hurriedly tried to flag down many taxis but none was stopping. Without further warning, the rain came down heavily and she quickly looked for somewhere to hide. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to hide and by that time, the rain had soaked her light white shirt and began sipping through her trousers. Her black hair was completely damp, but she struggled to use her bag to shield herself from the rain, which didn't work apparently.

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.

The chemical blue of the vanguard’s torches cast long, skeletal shadows against the wet rock face, turning the narrow mountain trail into a trap. The sleet froze as it hit the black armor of Cassian's hunters, who stood in a flawless geometric line, their execution crossbows leveled directly at Marcus's chest.

Coating them fully in the slick leaking there before Lexus pressed one finger inside. A sound the Brunet had never made before left his lips. It wasn’t a purr as it was higher. Pleased but still wanting. The penetration of the alpha’s digit brough some clarity back for him as he looked down at Lexus’s baffled expression. A mixture of shock, confusion, and pride. It was then that Azrin realized he had trilled at his alpha, a sound only omegas could make and was used exclusively for their mates and pups.

A nice short and shirt caught her sight and she swiftly put it on. She needed to be quick. It'd be a shame if anyone else walked into this place to find out what was happening. Suddenly, her eyes became alert and she went around, using her wolf speed and checking every single thing. And then, her eyes landed on a computer on a table. She darted for it. The keys of the keyboard vibrated under her swift fingers as she hacked his computer, copying all of her findings into a flash she came with. She chuckled lowly. His name wasn't even Paschal. His real name was Liam Wilder. Thank goodness she hadn't fallen for his cool acts in the first place. Her conscience was glad that there was a dent in hi

The team emerged from their hiding spots, chasing after the fleeing assassin as Alex followed, moving with near inhuman speed. The assassin vaulted over a wire fence, with Alex close behind, neither slowing down. The chase moved through backyards and alleys, the assassin desperately trying to shake off Alex, but Alex was relentless. “Shit,” the assassin panted, glancing back to see Alex closing in. His breath came in ragged gasps as he pressed a red button on his watch, signaling for backup. He bolted down another street, hoping to find cover, but Alex’s long strides caught up.

He playfully honked at Alex as he zipped past, while my brother struggled to overtake the slow-moving car ahead for a bit too long. As Noah's excitement at taking the lead surged, the adrenaline pushed him to accelerate to a rapid one hundred and five miles per hour behind the wheel of his 2014 Jeep Renegade. Maintaining this speed, Noah effortlessly made the next turn, but Alex and his group were not far behind now. Glancing at the passenger's side mirror, I could see them trailing us by only a couple hundred feet, likely driving at speeds close to ninety miles per hour.