Coon Hunters Cake Novels & Stories

The wood creaked under his steps and it was followed by the soft sound of him humming under his breath, like it was just another ordinary day. I forced my gaze up, and there he was. Orin. The bloodied apron he wore seemed almost like a badge of honor to him, the red stains smeared across the fabric as he moved around the room. He was carrying a plate on one hand, filled with raw meat covered in blood and on his shoulder was a deer. He stopped right in front of me. My stomach turned as he placed a fresh plate down in front of me. The thick, metallic smell filled the air, filling the dampness of the room. His lips pulled back in a smirk and I knew, this was like some sick joke—a mockery of wha

I unwrapped my ace bandage and carefully peeled the gauze away to reveal that my wound had almost healed all the way already. “Hell yea.” I said out loud, as I lightly traced the spot where the puncture wound was. It was now just a set of light pink divots and the pain was basically gone. The Academy had the best scientists and doctors you could ask for. They were always making new concoctions and things to help us Hunters with our ailments. It never ceases to amaze me how well they worked. I checked the wound on my neck which was completely gone by now as well, and then I grabbed the salve and set it on the sink with the scar cream. I planned to take these with me because my medicine kit wa

The room seemed to come alive, pulsating with excitement and pride. And then, right on cue, Natasha emerged from the kitchen, a radiant smile lighting up her face. In her hands, she carried a beautifully decorated celebratory cake, adorned with the words —Congratulations, Hunter!— in elegant icing. Finding Hunter finally home, her eyes gleamed with delight, mirroring the excitement that danced in Hunter’s own eyes.

He pull his face closer to me and kiss me on my fore head “ You need to dress up. I want to introduce you to the pack. When I heard the statement, I became nervous because I know some people may not like the idea. I went to dress up and he waited for me. He took me to pack grounds and I saw people that had assembled. Lukas hold me and brought me in front of all these people “ The werewolves, if ravenous pack, are here to announce that I have met my mate. So from now henceforth she will become your Luna and you must give the ultimate respect that you give to me. If I found out any disrespect from any of you. You won't like what I will do. You can all go back to your homes” Lukas was done when

“That nose, the jawline, those lips… You’re going to steal the show tonight.” She grinned, clapping her hands together like an artist envisioning their masterpiece. “No wonder Lucas is so smitten with you,” she added offhandedly. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of her words. This was all an elaborate act, and she had no idea. But instead, I turned back to the window, letting her fuss over the dresses. Hunter—or Lucas—returned a few minutes later, carrying a crisp white paper bag. “I got you Coney Island hot dogs, black-and-white cookies, and yogurt?” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s all they had nearby.”

"She pulled Damon over to the table with the cake on it, staring at the monstrosity before them. It had 12 tiers, the thing obviously being held up with magic, or maybe with Adira sheer willpower alone, and was at least 3 ft wide at the bottom tier. "Are we supposed to cut this or declare war on it?" Damon whispered as he and Clary stared at the cake. He picked up the dainty knife that was sat next to it, laughing at the size of it. "That line from that Crocodile Dundee movie we watched the other night springs to mind," he said, making Clary snort with laughter. "Moni, a little help please?" he called out as he tossed the knife aside and spun on the spot. He snagged the blade out of the air

They both raised an eyebrow at me, and my Paps clucked his tongue irritably. “You do know that Callie helped to save this poor girl, don’t you, Susan?” Archer said, looking down at her. “Let’s just get on with what’s important.” “Exactly,” Torre interjected, rubbing her manicured hands together. “I’m hungry for vampire flesh. Let’s find the bastards.” Had I not kept a careful hold on my emotions when I was with the other hunters, I would have been unable to keep in my laughter. Torre was an icon, a hero to me, and ever so direct.

"I'm going to find the cake. If you're smart, you’ll go to your room and lock the door. Because soon, every Hunter in the Northern hemisphere is going to be headed for this castle." He started to walk away, but stopped at the end of the hall, looking back over his shoulder. "And Jinx?" "Yeah?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Don't scrub the dress. The blood suits you. It reminds me that even in silk, you're a creature of the dark, just like me." The he vanished around the corner. "Now you see exactly the kind of person Calhoun is." Derrick stepped into the light. Where did he come from?, had he been listening to our conversation the entire time?

And for the first time ever, I saw him flush—pale cheeks tinged with a shade of pink. My stomach did another ridiculous flip and I bit back a grin. I picked up my fork and knife, digging in. The first thing I tasted were the pancakes and they were absolutely delicious. Of course he was a great cook as well, the complete package. Ian cleared his throat and took a quick step back, turning toward the TV. With a flick of the remote, the screen lit up. The news filled the room. And the headline sucker-punched the air out of my lungs. LUNA OF HUNTER VALLEY PACK ARRESTED ON MULTIPLE FELONY CHARGES

Evelyn teased, passing him another gift-wrapped bundle. Hunter pretended to stagger under the weight, mock-exasperation in his voice. “My wife has expensive taste. Menacing for my wallet and my biceps.” “Oh, hush.” She nudged him with her elbow, then reached for a stick of roasted meat from a passing street vendor. She paid and held out the steaming skewer, declaring with a flourish, “For the world’s strongest pack mule.” He accepted the snack, looking skeptical. “Are you sure this isn’t too spicy?”