Core Hunter Novels & Stories

“He is… re-emerging as the Hunter.” “Wha- WHAT!?” “He is going to dismantle the Sparrows. He won’t stop until he kills every last one of them.” To say Kieran was shocked would be an understatement. Discarding his zone, he quickly stood up, trying to register how the fuck that happened. “At this rate, the home he was trying to build will fall apart. Kristine can’t come to know her husband used to be one of the best assassins of the underworld.” Antler whispered, worried to fathom the outcome of his rampage.

We managed to pull some strings and get ahold of the street light cameras too. "Whoever the intruder was, they were very keen to hide their face. None of these cameras captured him. He kept the hoodie on and he angled his face away from the camera, not even the shadow of the street light caught a percentage of his face. He’s almost a professional at being a ghost.’’ my mother-in-law and I stared at each other, then back at the screen in front of us. "Shouldn’t we go to the police with this evidence?’’

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

Especially because they’d included the part about him being a caring man, and ended with me saying I wanted him to be free of the darkness, to cut back again to him walking all alone, eyes down, wearing all black like back then. They faded to black and the Up Next screen for his solemn narration voice to say, “Up next on this Haunters season finale special.” The following quick montage showed twenty seconds of the highlights of the next episode. Meaning the worst of it all, the harshest one-liners from the interviews and even things I had no idea had happened.

Yet, Hunter finds comfort in Trent's steady presence, relying on his bondmate's confidence to lead them through the murky underworld. Trent reaches the first room on the right, and Hunter tries to follow him in but realizes it is more like a small closet. He hovers by the entrance, maintaining a cautious look-out to make sure no one sees Trent accessing their account. Inside, Trent approaches the CCD—the Credit Coin Dispenser. The tall metal column with a crystal panel halfway up functions as their monetary exchange system.

Forgive me but I can assure you we can trust these two. "Yes. She does. I guess you know Monarch Hunter? The one that hunts the blue-bloods?" They nodded. "I am suspecting Rampage Kirk Berlouz as the Hunter. Because Agape told me that he was an assassin---" "HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS! AGAIN!? A-ASSASSIN!?" Crap! They are too loud! Good thing we're here in the top of a mountain. No one can hear us but the animals!

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

I said, pointing at Xeon, “lead a team through the forest.” “Fine. But you’re officially a crazy, scent-obsessed workaholic,” he muttered, even as he carried out my orders. Good soldier. Better friend. The security he designed was top-tier—but I was an assassin. I knew better than anyone that every system had a weak spot. And our intruder had found it. A rose-and-vanilla-scented ghost, slipping through our blind spots. Right. Introductions. I’m Kyler Arrow. Future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Nineteen. Assassin. Top of my class. Genius prodigy who finished Applied Sciences at uni by fifteen.

“Are you fixing this tournament for the Hunter’s Moon night?” “Yes, precisely. It will align with the midnight summit of the blue moon,” Rahl confirmed. “My sole focus is to prepare you to face Kathleen. She’s the most formidable warrior in the tournament and general to Lillian.” Emory’s expression tightened at the mention of Kathleen. Of course, it had to be Rahl’s ex-lover. She pulled away, but Rahl caught her arm again, drawing her back against him and she didn’t fight him. “Stop running away from me, Emory.” Like a physical force, the heat of his gaze pressed her to stay, and her mind went utterly blank. Now, they just stared at each other. Her mouth opened and closed a few times but not

The Black Wolf “Has the counsel responded?” he asked Derrick, his beta, as he walked into the office. It had been a week since the damn hunters had snuck up on him and he’d been furious ever since. His shoulder still ached where the silver bullet had torn through it. Thankfully, it had gone straight through and not lodged itself in the skin. If it had, he might not be here. “They’ve been silent,” Derrick replied and Tristan growled in frustration, causing his beta to raise an eyebrow at him. “There might be more of a response if you contacted them directly. You know how they feel about werewolf society and hierarchies.”